Strophes To Myself Comments
I'm growing old, whilst staring at the flames,
And burned to ashes my desires are;
I'll soon be an old, reclusive woman,
Which writes her life from dusted memory.
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I'm growing old whilst staring at the flames, And burned to ashes my desires are; ' loved these lines and the entire poem, we have choices, the thought is father to the deed, new desires, new potentials, new sparks of life await, choose the fire brand and run with it, make new memories in new areas of interest.
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8/7/2025 4:48:56 AM # 1.0.0
Staring at the flames! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.