The evening shadows painted the fields,
tugging deep at the heart’s smouldering
core. They ask me what I see, what I see
when I’m dreaming, let it not be obscure
let no one else’s name ring through these
sentences. Love is but purging fire.

 

Photo credits: Tumblr

Posted for ‘Quadrille #52′ @ dVerse Pub

And on ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads