Our lives are filled with radiant heat we seem to pass around
We line up stones to make our soup, no taste is ever found.
Its like a single snapshot of idols in our world
With timeless, kitschy bundles of memories left unfurled
A lonely individual who finds a ghost to haunt
the wet kiss from your grandma or possibly your aunt
You try to be reflective of things you may have missed
Immersed in all your drama, two lips that are unkissed
We hold on to our memories, those ones we left behind
To keep up on our future, underwhelming we may find
But a candle keeps on flickering, it burns alone you see
Smoke meandering in the air, its billowy and free
Keep on with your focus, don’t lose your faith in you
For someday we all get our gold, whatever we are due.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
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Stine Writing 
Thanks for the inclusion Christine.
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Since you give three words a lot of time I start with yours!
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Thank you!
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I really hope some people get their dues in the end
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I believe in Karma
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Fantastic message and craftsmanship Christine! 😊
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Thank you Ami!
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You are most welcome! 😊
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