fire,
burns like a soul filled with passion and beauty.
warm yet hurts to touch,
like a cactus hiding it's true beauty.
it's gentle warmth fills the heart,
the harshness burns the pure.
the mystery is in the colours of a burning flame,
yellow intertwined with orange while it dances with blue,
sinking into the feeling of a warm embrace.
a dangerous beauty,
a burning passion, the essence of destruction.
why is something as fragile as fire,
be so dangerous yet beautiful?
why does it hide it's true beauty,
behind the burn of it's touch?
-The Moon's Child
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Thoughts of a Moon Child
PoetryThey say the Moon sat alone in the sky, stars just out of reach to comfort it each night. Little did they know, a child of the Moon would recite poetry of her own for she shared the same loneliness as the one in the night sky. [cover image is not m...
