Breathing Fire

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo


Green glass secrets melt away,

Naked flowers in the breeze,

Lingering ghosts of old magic,

Smoke and stars

Sailing the morning.

We were young…

Time was liquid

And we breathed fire…

Prisoners of desire

In a velvet night.

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