It burns but it gives me life.
Feeling the heat.
Warming the green reaches of my limbs.
The harshness of it will harm others.
But not me.
I breath life from it.
Reaching up as high as possible.
Growing until I can't.
Touch it.
I want to touch it.
The ball of fire in the sky.
Give me life.
Burn bright.
And forever make this world complete.
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That Poetry Book
PoetryThis book is a compilation of all original poetry written by me (unless otherwise stated). The poems inside range from love to nature to sports, and everything in between. I'm going to try to incorporate as many genres as possible. This is the firs...
