The shadows

Behold me in 

The warmth of your hands

To see through 

The burning fire 

I consumed

Touch the cinder

Buried in the deep 

Caverns of my body

To feel the pain

Of iron furnace

Moulding the mirth

Of the statues;

U glanced on

Your way to me.. 

Press your lips

On the ashes

In my crevices

You explored

To kiss the fire

Flared in me

And strengthen

Yourself with the 

Modicum of virtue

Left in you... 

Only then you

Could crack my shell

In which i kept

My flaring fire 

Shadowed by the 

Bridge of my virtue!.... 

     

◄ Blue men

The reddened life ►

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