Brevity, Lens, Photography

Let Love Be

What started like friendship
Soon blazed into a fire,
Unknowingly but willingly.
A love so passionate, yet so controlled.
Society sprayed water onto the flames,
And all that remained was thin smoke and ashes.
Then, three numbers
3, 7 and 7
Fell like the defeated archangels.
The winds of their fall
Rustled the leaves
And rubbed a twig here and there.
The two men raised their eyes, hesitantly
Walked towards each other, less hesitantly
The twigs rubbed together and gave out a flicker.
Shy smiles lit up their faces.
The flames picked up pace.
They locked hands.
The winds grew stronger.
Their lips met.
And there was Inferno

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