Vera Sidhwa

The Flame - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

He sat with a paintbrush in his hand,
She with a plume and paper in between her fingers.
He ran his hand across a keyboard.
She held a needle and a thread.

Their passion turned into their product.
Their passion turned high.
The flames in their hearts.
The flames turned into a picture, a dress,
A musical piece and a book.

The flame rose high in their heart.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015

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