tracing torn path of life,
I tickle tired fingers of words,
engrave pictures on my dead skin,
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a glow then comes upon the sky,
spread over by dusk,
tending to me with a smile,
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still some clouds lift to
give the last glimpse, of the sun,
so I can hear the voice of her flame
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The poem comes into being by the rearrangement and slight editing of some of my tweets today. The “sixwords” and micro poetry tweets used are:
tracing the torn path of life #sixwords
hear the voice of candle’s flame #sixwords
only a glimpse of her smile #sixwords
tickling tired fingers of my words #sixwords
the sky had glowed all of a sudden,
even though the dusk was growing,
some clouds had lifted to
give the last glimpse of the sun #micropoetry
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I am going to link it up with dVerse OLN and Friday Flash 55.
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