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Fanning The Flame

Being is to
becoming

As seedlings are
to blooms

Today as to
tomorrow

Midnight
unto noon

Sparks beget
a brilliance

As fans beget
the flame

Breath into
a sonnet

A child
aptly named

A thought
once spoken freely

The scent
of chosen prey

A smile
when returning

A love
-to give away

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)


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