Strong the burning heat of fire
Like as unto ice so fragile
Just the same they bring forth your hearts desire
Next
They harm each other yet help in their secret ways
Me, I would rather not be shifting
I'll keep my sway like unto day
YOU ARE READING
poems
Rastgelepoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
