All I have is ash, frost, from this gust, my fire being gone,
Spent in quick-leaping flames that brightened her eyes
keeping her hands warm and full with alchemist's gold
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Thank you, Kindred Spirit, Sekyewa. And for the rating too. you are awesome.
An enchanting piece of poetry. Poignant, certainly and pensive and moody. Top score, dear poet.