Matches

poem by: Theresa Taylor
Written on Oct 15, 2017

Two matches bumped each other in the dark 
One felt a wildfire, the other only a spark
Both burned brightly but had different feelings 
Oneâ€™s wooden heart turned quickly to ashes
The otherâ€™s is still chasing smokey dreams

Tags: Imagery, Rhyme, Love, Sad,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 20, 2017 at 6:30pm

ðŸŽ¶Come on baby light my fire.ðŸŽ¶.........nice little poem....

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