Fire. Hot burning fire. Fire destroys; they said. Fire burns; they said. Fire kills; they said. But I know fire. And they are warm and gentle. And I feel it inside me every single time I move; every time I walk; every time I see; every time I breathe. It calms me. It encourages me. Fire. That hot burning fire. Chases the dark away with its beautiful dance, protects me from the dangers lurking in the shadows, and embraces me within its fiery grasp. The light it shines, the warmth it exudes. Fire; lives inside me. Igniting the flame of passion and of love and of life. Fire. Hot burning fire. Its seductive prance will entice unassuming people to taste, to touch, to feel. And it will consumes them who are not yet worthy to receive its blessing. Fire. Hot burning Fire. It is of passion, of love, and of life itself
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LIFE IS - Colour
PoetryWhen life is an observation of others and a contemplation of oneself Darker moments captured in words full of pain and loneliness Happiness trapped inside the phrases full of hope and life For eternity and beyond A compilation of contemplation Part...
