Glowing embers Yet here she is.
And there she was.
As beautiful as I remember her. Sparkling eyes,
A song on her lips…
Vivid auburn ringlets, outshining the afternoon sun;
Winging her way into my life once more.
And I am eighteen again. Tremulous youth beside his fiery maiden, On a bright summer day…
Before white-hot lightning strikes scorch our haven into oblivion.
Oh that her hot tears would heal the wounds searing my aching heart; Obscure the glint of gold upon her caged finger,
Extinguish these smoldering ruins of my burning, burning love.
And here I am,
Amidst these glowing embers.
V. Ramanayake
MAGAZINE
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2021-11-28T08:00:00.0000000Z
2021-11-28T08:00:00.0000000Z
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