Hold This

Hold this before it flies
lifted by autumn’s breeze;
deep desire never dies
flaming against the freeze.

Hold this before it sinks
sucked down by cold lament;
tenderness is the link,
a spark to love unspent.

Hold this with charity –
awakened it shall rise
again, scattering free
red petals of surprise.

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