You’re my flame

You’re my flame…
in the pitch-dark monster lair
and beacon in eery glares of ugly nights.
You are never away…
You are always in the array
of blooming next day.
Sometimes I do prey
other flames gleaming
But I am just dreaming
at the same organ of fire…

…”The heart is an organ of fire.” – Michael Ondaatje, The English patient.

Rafal Olbinski










Art by the amazing Rafal Olbinski.

She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective,,, My Trending Stories and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

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2 comments on “You’re my flame
  1. Cezane & Michelle says:

    Organ of fire, You’re my flame, every thing about this post is a rarity. Uniqueness bound not to be found anywhere else. You have gift Bud in this art of writing and turning your thoughts in the best manner to words. – Cezane

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  2. Iulia Halatz says:

    Thank you. I really loved your comment. You have a gift for words, too. Kind greetings – Iulia


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