She was fire, burning, brightness.
"Watch me!" She called
We watched as she grew,
"Watched out!" We cried.
She didn't listen,
She even laughed as she started to die.
What once was the brightness was now only embers.
She seemed to forget, that fire, In all of its glorious brightness,
Burns itself out in the end.
This won 2nd place in Contest 46 in Poetry Contests by Hailstorm_2004! So happy about that and thank you!
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Misty Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote. Some are short, some are funny, and some are sad. All are strong and bring emotion to the table. Hope you enjoy!
