Your Flame February 20, 2016March 22, 2016 ~ Ali Grimshaw Huddled with survival, dying coals radiate little warmth. walk toward that which lights your fire. fuel the love light inside yourself. When the wind blows and blows fiercely. Your glowing flame will remain. Untouchable. © Ali Grimshaw Send a poem to your friends.Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
I appreciate your comments. Any poem is an opportunity to reflect on our own thoughts. Thanks for putting mine to good use today. LikeLike Reply
Sometimes I believe your correct and other times I question the validity of that statement, or the fire/no fire from within. It is a daily dance and some days a minute by minute dance. This week in particular. OX Make it a great day. LikeLike Reply
walk toward that which lights your fire…fuel the love light inside yourself…Untouchable. LikeLike Reply
I appreciate your comments. Any poem is an opportunity to reflect on our own thoughts. Thanks for putting mine to good use today.
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Sometimes I believe your correct and other times I question the validity of that statement, or the fire/no fire from within. It is a daily dance and some days a minute by minute dance. This week in particular. OX
Make it a great day.
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walk toward that which lights your fire…fuel the love light inside yourself…Untouchable.
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I love this.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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