We don’t have that many words for fire—
the hand and heart of light—
warming
consuming.
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3 comments:
That second photo is absolutely amazing! Have a wonderful weekend!
So perhaps light too is supposed to warm and consume us. Makes me feel strangely unfamiliar with light. I think I may need to re-think my idea of light.
Brilliant poem. Pics too.
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