Submissions by TheSweetoDevil

Kindling fires, dance around remains of once dreamed dreams:
Flames cast shadows, like the battle of two lovers.
Mingling ires, glance around echoes of once screamed screams,
Play like heroes like not brittle prayers of mothers.

From dying embers, hopeful wisps of grey swirl up.
What colour the bright sky is, above the bleak grey!
All vying colours, wistful, crisp as hay twirl up,
What honour the burned sigh brings, above the sweet day!

It blows, with secrets whispered, hushed, across the plains.
Plays with your skin, puffs your hair and rustles...