I can see
The autumn leaves
Burn in your fury
It's a beautiful demise
Burning all the lies
In golds, reds, and oranges
I can see
The forest fire
The raging flames only burn brighter
It's dangerously pretty
Leaves burnt to a crisp
Dangerous like you and me
And then the water
Comes to tempt the flames
And the rain falls down
Only to take the blame
YOU ARE READING
•Rose Water•
PoetryA book of poetry, Improvement. And love. A hot mess of life really.
