You are the fingers of orange
The amber, the red.
You are the warming
The burning, the changing
That your light spreads.
You are the leader
The spark in the dark
Insatiably scorching yourself a path.
You are the comfort
The watcher
Always alight somewhere.
You are the smoke
From the gunpowder
The enveloping heat of a campfire.
You are taken for granted
Naturally brighter
Not one of us remembers
A time without fire.
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31 Days Of Imagination (Poetry)
PoesiaI set myself a challenge for this month to write a new thing every day. This is the outcome, I hope you like it. I will be adding stuff as I go along. NOTE- PLEASE DON'T JUST READ THE FIRST POEM IN THIS SERIES, MAYBE CHOOSE ONE AT RANDOM! :)
