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Fire that flares up

Suddenly in a cold night

Will fade as quickly as it came.

It burns, it dances

In the passion of the moment

You are here, in my arms

My head against your chest

My heart in your hands.

The moment is gone

The rain of reality

Falls like an guillotine

And all that remains

Are the ashes of memory.

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Very touching poem, Carmen! Thanks for contributing.

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