Star burst sky's blazed like wild fires that summer.
The air stilled for days, drowning us dry, though kids found comfort in fast moving waters. My skin had never been so red. That summer the only anthem we could remember was of dirt roads and muddy water. Like mosquito bites, demanding to be scratched, play was all we new. That summer rain did not stop us, like each down pour would wash away the stain of the day before, bleaching our childhood canvases to allow happier memories. That summer, my first kiss was taken by a boy with too many freckles and smelled of apple pie. His laughter was the notes I danced myself to sleep to. That summer, the nights were spent catching lazy bright lighted bugs, keeping them in jars as we fabled around candy stuck mouths.
That summer, was bright, starbursts of color and sky blazed in heat.
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Strength of Fire
PoetryBook of poetry about emotions I've felt through the years. I wanted to continue to express myself with writing, and my last poetry book seems pretty filled up. Wanting to start a new, so here's Strength by Fire, poetry about a life's journey and the...
