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If they ban gas boilers what will all those now unused flames do?

Kelly Marie Angel

If they ban gas boilers what will all those now unused flames do? Will they be hanging about on street corners? Sorry very silly  but I am just saying

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    Dying Flame

    Happiness is fleeting,

    It comes, it goes.

    The light in your eyes,

    Once, so brightly shone

    Has dimmed to but a glow.

    The remnants of an ember,

    Nearly burned away to ash,

    Of the fire I remember.

     

    Our hearth has grown so cold,

    The fire is nearly dead.

    Yet, the flames still dance

    And rage inside my head.

    I still see them, though they've cooled.

    I still feel your gentle warmth,

    On these cold, winter nights

    The fire still burns, deep inside my heart.

     

    Happiness is fleeting,

    It comes, it goes.

    Yet the ember of our love

    Still dimly glows.

    It hasn't died, completely,

    It just needs a little tending.

    The fire can be re-lit.

    This doesn't have to be an ending.

     

    Our hearth has grown so cold,

    But the warmth may still remain.

    Our love can be reborn,

    If we allow the flame to win.

    Because the flame is still alive,

    And thought it may be dim,

    We just need to stoke the flames

    And let our love begin, again.

     

    -Daniel Kinnunen, 2018

     

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    Dying Flame

    Happiness is fleeting,

    It comes, it goes.

    The light in your eyes,

    Once, so brightly shone

    Has dimmed to but a glow.

    The remnants of an ember,

    Nearly burned away to ash,

    Of the fire I remember.

     

    Our hearth has grown so cold,

    The fire is nearly dead.

    Yet, the flames still dance

    And rage inside my head.

    I still see them, though they've cooled.

    I still feel your gentle warmth,

    On these cold, winter nights

    The fire still burns, deep inside my heart.

     

    Happiness is fleeting,

    It comes, it goes.

    Yet the ember of our love

    Still dimly glows.

    It hasn't died, completely,

    It just needs a little tending.

    The fire can be re-lit.

    This doesn't have to be an ending.

     

    Our hearth has grown so cold,

    But the warmth may still remain.

    Our love can be reborn,

    If we allow the flame to win.

    Because the flame is still alive,

    And thought it may be dim,

    We just need to stoke the flames

    And let our love begin, again.

     

    -Daniel Kinnunen, 2018

     

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