Rekindled Sometimes... Our own light Goes out. Embers die. Flames fade. Warmth ceases. Then... Just as fast It can be rekindled By a spark From another's. Giving us everything We had missed. February 11, 2020February 11, 2020 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: fuck, life, Light, Poetry, Rekindled 13 Comments
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