the flame flickered
as is moved back and forth.
an eternal bicker
against the cold and warmth.
YOU ARE READING
To The World
Poetry"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
F L A M E
the flame flickered
as is moved back and forth.
an eternal bicker
against the cold and warmth.
