Lull these roaring fires

Lull these roaring fires, spilling mayfly embers, yearning the soft trickling that sprouts so eloquently, like tears of joy. This luster of silver lining, with tangerine smiles around shades of gray to mesmerize the forgotten few that lingers under promises of love’s umbrella. Out of tune, with awkward steps, they fell behind the wretched jasmine fields of heart’s desire. How brief this season of love.