The ghost of our love

Last night,
I saw the ghost of our love
under the same tree
where we used to weave our dreams
during the summer evenings;

Where my childhood had grown up in your lap;
Where you locked my soul in your lips forever
and where my heart fell like embers from that tree
and turned into ashes.

Winter is coming
and it will freeze
t
o
(death)

  ,not if you ignite the
       

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              in your heart once again