~~~~~~~~~~~~When the flood engulfs the flame, can either ever be the same~~~~~~~~~~~
Flowing, churning, seeking, my love flows like a river. Growing, burning, heating, your flame ignites my soul. When the flood engulfs the flame, Can either ever be the same?
Will the flood, unrestrained, with a whoosh, put out the fire? Will the flame, sizzling hot, now quench the flood's desire? Together can they form a steam, Sustaining love, attaining dreams?
Flowing, growing, knowing now that my flood will feed your flame. Churning, burning, learning how that fire never can be tamed. The two embrace, releasing pain; Neither will ever be the same.
Flowing, growing, knowing now
that my flood will feed your flame.
Churning, burning, learning how <----love that part.......wonderful work here.......ty, Dani
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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that my flood will feed your flame.
Churning, burning, learning how <----love that part.......wonderful work here.......ty, Dani
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D