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How can something burn
and yet never consume,
when entire forests fall to ash
and futures are cauterised by flames
so intense they erase history
and futures yet unthought?
And yet we burn
with an intensity that would consume
entire forests
but we are not ready to surrender
to the sting of the flames,
we desire the sweetness of fire
but not its end,
we want that sacred ground
of the agony of love.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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To burn but not consume. I like that.
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Thank you, so glad it spoke
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Thanks a lot Sir, for heart touching poem.
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Thank you, very kind, appreciate your thoughts.
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It’s my pleasure Sir.
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Beautifully penned, Paul.
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Thank you so much Winnie, very much appreciated 🙂
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👍👍👍… interesting
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Thank you 🙂
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Heartfelt!❤️
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Thank you Richa 🙂
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Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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Many thanks Douglas
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Excellent! 🙂 Yes, for far too many, the fire of passion is just a dying ember (while the forests rage).
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If only we could spark a different fire, awareness. 🙂
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Love burns in a good way – good perspective
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Yes, a good way, thank you for that.
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Absolutely Brilliant, Sir!
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Very kind indeed, thank you.
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100% Sincere, always!
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Wonderful 🙂
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The only way to play 🙂
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Agreed! 🙂
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🙂 Hope you’re having a good weekend.
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Powerful, Paul.
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Very nicely penned Paul, really nicely expressed.
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Many thanks for doing that, very kind.
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Pleasure Paul, nicely written 🙂
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🙂
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Reblogged this on A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip! and commented:
A nicely executed poem by Paul entitled The Agony.
we desire the sweetness of fire
but not its end,
we want that sacred ground
of the agony of love.
Nicely done!
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Thank you so much
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Interesting twist – I wondered where you were going with this one right until the end
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Yes, it seemed to have a life of its own.
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