[Soaring Feather]

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Affairs of the heart
some the fire burned cold
turned to ashes

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some are precious gold...
Warm, glowing alive,
surviving, ravages of time

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Affairs of the heart in Gold
with you never to grow old

bentfeather

[Old Sarge]

Bonfires on rolling hillsides
show the places in the dark
where my love has
alighted.

Follow the dollops of light
in the chill and dark
back, back
down the trail of
time.

Ash, and embers
bits of glowing warmth
waiting for your breath
to leap into fires once
again!