Ruins, ruins.

Poem A campfire by the lake in the night surrounded by trees

A glimmer on the night lake
doused in flames
A crescent moon’s smile
torn asunder
Flushed rose petals
crushed underfoot
Feathered caress
frostbitten tip
A bird’s song
snapped with a twist

Ruins, ruins
by a bat of an eye
brave of heart
is one
that melts
in the forge.

. . .

4 responses to “Ruins, ruins.”

  1. Very beautifully written!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Your poetry is always beautiful, Rafia. Wonderful write. ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

      1. You’re welcome, Rafia. Always. 🌸☺️


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