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March 10th Free write

There are two words,
That rise in mind.
One being burn and the other,
Consistently.
And from those two words,
Two worlds we’ll find.
Of,
Quite, different, kinds.
And all the while
Their and those respective scenes,
Lay joint as autumn is to spring,
By the overwintering thought,
Of,
What each means.
A deconstruction of repeated terms,
Held a flame on ice.
Of, or is it how,
That balance lasts?
The role and intrigue of unknown knowns,
Unfolds with a trust of life.
A trust,
That heals with its recurring hand and time.
A trust,
That feels the flames
Of those opposing thoughts you burn.
Yet,
Folds within your palms,
The truth and hopes,
The love and scars,
Of life.
Written by Fiftysevenhours
Published
Author's Note
A little free write in warm up for NAPWRIMO.. Its how I tackle most of April so why not however, it would have taken a different route considering the news announced today of the DUP's looming demise.  Change will always be strange and uncomfortable more for the moments had that will not be again.  
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