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The last of a kind that cuts confused the skin,
Winds that blow ever so strong, fearless icy cold

Cold that once was warm so alluring, inviting
A blaze, flame tall, colored as the aurora borealis
Waves of seductive fire calling one to dance

Dance that created music, verses and poems
Deep sighs, fast heartbeat, wet lips, release
Laughter, tears, thoughts, restless sleep

Sleep much needed to recover the nights
Lost as dreams began to fade into the dark
Endless passion, there is no such thing

Things of a sort that seem to be forever,
Without the most convincing doubt
As part of human nature, must come to end

Once the fire burned sweet, velvet incense
Silk tongued words that flowed as fresh cream
As time passed us by the scent slowed faded
All too soon it became a dark sad cloud
Nothing more than a thin Smoky dream