Cold Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Cold



In the hearth, the fire grows cold
But in the ashes an ember glows
Waiting to bring anew a flame so bold
That warms the body and the soul.

Culture and protect that spark of life
For therein lies the future, free from strife.

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To the Tea Party and its challenge in reshaping the United States of America.

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