The cold winds tugging at my hair
I walked! a zombie without care..
Head bent, thoughts dead
Walked a mile; stood for a while.
Looked behind as usual
If only the dead ashes still spark????
Let me warm the wind
And send it your way.
From ashes to spark
Is what I crave!
does it talk abt the warmth in a relationship..
ReplyDeleteShe( I assume it as she) would to see the relation spark again...
Nice one
that pic is kind of haunting dear.......
ReplyDeletebut it suits the post