Surreal Artwork by Ronald Ong
Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #151
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Love must be as much a light as a flame. ~Henry David
Thoreau
My weary hands ache
from all the holding on
and the letting go
that is the cost of greedy hands
and a hasty heart
there was once a time
when you were the
warmth to my winter
the flame my hands held close to
but fast fires can only burn so long
the burning house sooner or later falls to ash
a rubble one must walk away from
the season comes and goes
but my heart always hopes for more
it leaps like a fox in winter
and holds tight to all it finds
it can be a heavy burden
in the loss of letting go.
