#Cherita
I am not dead, I linger on.
In the wind I whisper lines of poetry.
With the sun, I warm your cold face.
With the moon, I dance around you on silent feet.
A perfumed rose stirs my scent.
In the fire's flames you find our unwritten stories.
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2022
VIXEN of VERSE 
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