This isn't good or anything, I just wanted to try this one rhyme scheme :)
The fire
Burning bright
All the wood
Aflame
The air is
Filled with smoke
The plants
Putting up a fight
Are smoldered
All the same
And the very
Oldest oak
Is also
Ended by the smoke
YOU ARE READING
Leftovers
PoetryLeftovers Leftovers of me Every story has a piece A piece of my heart
