Flames
Like a glistening blade
each word unveils fear
furtive and beautiful
sweat-beaded hope
red-tasting gazes
soft as petals and
touches graze mystery
engendered in turmoil
lasting like sunrays
cradling with weak hands
soothe the monster
that gives birth to doubt
cutting through strands
of a promise pale
milk-white and tender
flames to be tamed
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