The red glow from the sunset was fire,
And the darkening storm clouds were smoke.
The world was flaming.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
Stormy Dusk
The red glow from the sunset was fire,
And the darkening storm clouds were smoke.
The world was flaming.
