In the dying embers of the year lay the lost hopes of fading dreams. From a spark to a flame will never ignite again. Desires grow old, burnt out in the rage of passion’s scorching fires. The last vestiges of searing heat, fated to become no more than ashes and dust. Love goes cold when left to tarnish and rust.
Eily Nash ~2020
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