A pyre for dreams and discord,
for savage expectations and
risky opportunities, sends shadows
to dance along the walls, entwined
with the seductive crackle and pop of
childhood memories clenched in
fists with fear-whitened knuckles.
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Author: Elle
Hi, I'm Elle. I'm based in Auckland, New Zealand. I'm a moderator at Writing.com, the mother of two gifted children, the wife of a Twitch gaming streamer and the Queen of Unfinished Projects. I've been reading since I was 4 years old, writing poems (badly) since 1994, blogging since 2001 and I started studying photography in 2010. This blog will contain poems, short stories, photos, book reviews and my thoughts on a variety of topics. Hope you enjoy it.
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