I write from a place of darkness and the only light left is a flicker from a very tiny flame still burning deep in my heart. It tries to go out but I plead for it to stay. It comforts me and brings warmth into my life. It has been with me for many years but I worry it will go out any day now.
hoping and praying
winds bellow, flames climb higher
marriage rekindled
This is a Haibun poem
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