Zoya Zaidi.
Dear Zoya,
Here the friction between us – oh so hard,
Scorched away sentiments toppled over.
Brigade this fire, this warmth that trails
Us into our red-epic conversation of age.
Sorry – A hinge to slide our friendship.
Here the friction between us – slender,
The snow stopped; I hadn’t fallen deep.
Spark up the golden embers again to
Dry our messages full of empty flints.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-11-07 at 18:38
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