No Molten Fire Poem by charlett hobart

No Molten Fire



No molten fire now my blood,
Nor pulse that thickly clots my brain -
Burnt down to skeletal need again -
I tend the embers till grown cold
Your memory even shall grow old.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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