After many listless evenings
I ran into some fine poetry,
inadvertently,
and gulped a few shots of it
After a few pages and hours
a speckle of spark
was warming up
my intoxicated being, and
I realised a streak of life
still quivering inside of me
As the night breeze caressed
I asked it not to cease
nor to fear its presence
For it can only gently
stoke the tender spark
It cannot harm the flame
but only move into being
the fire in my hearth
that would keep me
alight forever
~ Feb 28, 2022
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