Susan Oxford Poems
- Fire And Flower Embers smoke with wisps of grey the flame ...
- Discordia She gazes out her window at the boundless rolling ...
- Lost And Found The grass is green as he strolls along a ...
- Lines Of Life I sit on the patio and look at you I think of ...
- A Love For A Lifetime From the start it was meant to be A ...
- Sunrise Love Each day as the sun rises I think of you I ...
- Liquid Lunacy A second glass opens up my mind to darker ...
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Fire And Flower
Embers smoke with wisps of grey
the flame reduced to coal,
The flower folds its petals in
to protect its hurting soul.
The spark that gives the fire life
has blown to a distant shore,
The flower sits alone, forgotten
the fire's warmth soothes no more.
The flower weeps in restless sleep
dreams of the flame she misses much,
While the flame recalls with a heavy heart
the flower that loved its touch.
Then on a breeze of cool air
the spark blows back to home,
To warm the air the flower needs
to wake its sleeping bloom.
And as the ...