When love has gone
a person is frozen
and how deep and far
the chill goes,
nobody seems to know.
No radiance of joy
lights a life
where love is lost,
until another love arises
like a phantom phoenix
from its ashes.
and the heart burns
with its own fire
and a ferocity that reaches out.
'and the heart burns with its own fire and a ferocity that reaches out.' Touching poem, when love has gone...10+++
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A touching and sensitive work. Full marks.