D A N C E O F F L A M E

In the lonely gust of wind
The dark cracks on rigid ice
It is cold,
It is cold,
But how can I complain?

When my eyes are bright
with the flames of your dress,
My hands are warmed
by the heat of your presence.

Goodbyes are for the future,
Hellos are for the present.
Ice is for the miserable,
Flame is for the youthful.

Companionship and banters
are for the elderly,
Loneliness is for a
beautiful girl.

Move a bit faster
Before the cold water
douses your fire
Before the cold air
bites your spirit
just like it did to mime.

I am content watching you
For your dance is
the story of flame,
And you are its narrator.

I am but a miserly woman
But I carry my words to you
Dreams aren't hope, darling
For hope is a false promise

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THANK YOU FOR READING !
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Free verse oops. This was a really short poem I wrote almost an year ago at school ~
I rewrote it now and made it longer :")

İnterpret it however you would like to. I have not kept a set symbolism or scene for this one so just go with you imagination xD and let me know what you think.

Much love, Zahi ❤