Assembling fire
I burn with desire
The flickering flames that dance and conspire.
In rhythm I dance to the sounds of the night
While the fire burns tall flickering bright
My candle grows dull and the fire grows weak
Maybe in ice is the comfort i seek. . .
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Wordless - A Collection
PoetryPoems by yours truly. I don't usually stick to strict rhyme-schemes, so my poetry is more lyrical than anything else. I appreciate all reviews and constructive criticism is wonderful!
