He has left his fiery imprints,
Setting the sky alight,
And little sparks begin to glint,
Upon the canvas of twilight.
The flames now emerge,
As a silver globe of light,
Emitting rays to purge,
The darkness of the night.
The mind is astounded,
By the wonder that lies above.
The walls drop down dead,
As the heart is filled with love!
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Wings Of Light
PoetryWe don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to susta...
