2.06.2012

The hardest days are in winter now


I leaned against a tree and watched the sparks
From the fire lick the stars
How warm I felt when I didn’t know
Chanteuse love
Dancing through my atmosphere
Would one day disappear out of sight
Into the flames of the cabaret 

2 comments:

  1. This to me, is like the opening of a story of love intrigue,and loss....the beginning of a flashback...and it also begs the question of what now? And what next? Questions of past, present, and future all conjured up by the fire in the night.

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  2. Dan, you have nailed this one.

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