Blood Rain An Impoverished Flame

Blood Rain An Impoverished Flame sonnet poems

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Instant in second thought would we peer
morely impoverished flame would we adhere
lonely would we let love persevere
or love in lost love in those disappear
into a pleasance our one love so near
an impoverished flame of our heart so sincere
pleasance from love we once sought in fear
let love yet lost love from those disappear
away from the moment our loss would we peer
into the one hearted mind so revere
morely through loss mend our heart persevere
pleasance let ought second flame we adhere
into the flame of our second heart sear
blood rain and flame burn the heart ever near

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