She was a speck
of light at first
But as the days went by
she grew brighter;
Blazing hot,
shining bright
Hotter than
a fire ball,
Brighter than
the sun.
She was free,
Finally free.
Her flames
that burn truer,
Her inferno
calls out to me.
But if I join,
I won't make it
I'll become an ash,
a speck of dust.
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31/08/2017
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Disclosure
Poetry"Caressed in a blissful ignorance, In a beautiful feeling I failed to fantom Ruled by flashes of sentiments Submerged in the unknown I've yet to roam." Poems/poetic drafts.
