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#Poetry ‘The Dying Flame of Love’ by Fiza Pathan

January 15, 2014

The Dying Flame of Love

By Fiza Pathan

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The moon filters its moody white dove rays into the bosom of my soul;

The city neon lights have left me cold like the blood dripping from my wrist wound in red blossoms rare.

For this love is not a delight but a tragic note upon the flute,

You walked away and I forgot how to play the notes.

Your memory takes away the logic from my reasoning

And the excuses towards an execution of pain;

Love is without echoes as it is a silent moan to the heart,

It rents the chest of its vital force, as the darkness covers my form in agonizing throbs in embrace.

You have taken away my self-control and have let the dew drops of the morning drown my late vigil nights for your return,

I wear a black satin dress to carry the torch in flame bright,

Not to show myself so sad but to cling to a dying flame that needs nurturing.

Copyright © 2013 by Fiza Pathan

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