Fire on the fly,
Burning like a flame.
No one to blame.
The fly can't fly,
His wings are burned.
Because,
A candle was dancing,
He saw her and turned.
The smell was sweet,
The fly was close.
The flaming candle,
Looked like a rose.
A burning rose,
Burned the fly.
He danced in agony.
Trying to fly, fly away.
Now,
He can walk,
And he can run.
He danced with the candle,
And it wasn't fun.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
