I stand by the fire. The bittersweet orange color glows across my face. I stand by the fire. I feel it's warmth radiate throughout my body. I stand by the fire. I hear the sound of cracking as the flames lick the wood. I stand by the fire. It illuminates the isolated darkness. I stand by the fire and feel at peace. But then I realize I'm standing too close. I forget that the fire could burn me. I forget that the fire could destroy. The flames are calm but escalate when you feed it. The fires blaze ignites and scorches to create something all it's own. That's when I knew. The fire is nice to look at... As long as you don't stand too close.
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Book of Poems
PoesíaThis is a book full of poems. Most of them are based off of books I have read and could be told in different points of views:) and it is important to remember that poems don't ever have to rhyme
