Poetry: Kindled Fire


I am part yellow glow, part hope.

At a moments notice my candle flickers.

How is it, that your love kindles this fire?

To hear your laughter,

To feel your caress,

It is the spark, this heart loves the most.

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Linda J. Wolff is an interurban word spinner and extrovert through many coffee-stained papers and owned by Rookie the hyperactive Pomeranian dog at Urban Poetry.

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