Thank you.
Thank you for rekindling the last spec of fire
hanging on to the tip of this ossified frame.
It acted like a shot of Decadron
to a heart losing its canorous rhythmic beat
before relapsing into silence.

I was smouldering for ages burning my spirit within
without a friendly aerial assistance.
I almost resigned myself to a dreary death
Caught between the cogs of
endless opposing earthly interests.
But your breath of fresh air
made me find my bearings.

That spray of looks
(God! How inadequate is my expression!)
is like a soothing breeze to a sun-tanned face,
Or, should I say
a Summer evening shower
after a day-long singeing.

But pray! Be my friend,
continue these favors.
In your collaboration I rejuvenate
and renovate long-abandoned
half-done desires
to their fruitful end.
Just promise you shall stand by me
I presently beat my fears to pulp
and recompense your infusing enthusiasm
with successes galore
and dedicate them to you
Before I meet my D-day.



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