Smoke dances at my legs
While the flames are at play
Warmth spreads around the flesh
Colors of orange, red, blue, auburn, and yellow mix like dust
~
Smoke slithers at my feet
The cracks race in different directions
Cold air chokes you up
Colors of blue, white and black look like paint
YOU ARE READING
Peoms
PoesíaI love poems, that's a given, but I wanna write some too. Some I'm feeling personally others about my views and even some that are inspired my music and/or books I'm not the rhymey type all the time and Ill try to make one a day. Some will be sad, s...
