Keep the fire burning,
As the cold winds blow.
Shoulder the blades,
That tear at your dreams.
Hope is yours to keep.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Keep the fire burning,
As the cold winds blow.
Shoulder the blades,
That tear at your dreams.
Hope is yours to keep.
Beautiful poem!
What steady, powerful and reassuring words to read. There is no hyperbole. No excess. Just focused and direct. Absolutely beautiful.