It is during these moments when,
the whole world seems asleep,
and the lights from the lamposts,
are burning bright for the foxes.
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Perhaps just like a phoenix, whilst looking into the flames you will see your greatest work being born before your very eyes.Hold on to that feeling and translate it into words before you see the embers turn to ashes. Love Duncan
On reading lines 6-7, Vincey, I felt a certain, er, sensation...: -) Another honest and open poem that can't help but win a reader's sympathy. And as Thompson says, the finish really sticks. Vincey, I seriously hope you're not having a 'pants' weekend! : -) Warm regards, Gina.