Ignited Was The Spark

by RB   Nov 16, 2007


Our words flow like a warm summer breeze,
melting the cold ice surrounding our feet.

Steam arises from our mouths,
as we gently whisper tender words.

And the fog arising from our breath,
is the sweetest symbol of the fire burning,
the relationship turning into something real.

Ignited was the spark.

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  • 17 years ago

    by MyEscape

    Filled with good imagery. The last line summed up what you were describing in the beginning so it made for a good conclusion. I wish there was more or maybe that it was broken up differently, but other than that minor detail, you did a nice job. :)
    *ME*

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