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Coax The Embers
Among the smouldering embers
of a dying love
there always some warmth
if you want to look for it there.
A curtain is never shut
until the final length is pulled.
If you want a love to last
we must coax the embers
until the flame ignites again.
4 April 2009
poem
by
David Harris
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