In the flames, the shadows grow,
Soaring high and swooping low.
The sunset gems flicker bright,
And softly, slowly, entrance the night.
The travelers of the midnight breeze
Linger close on a thin trapeze.
Waltzing nearer, burning bright,
The fire rises and encases their flight.
Whilst the wind doth blow,
And the clouds settle high,
And the rays of starlight do still shine,
The flames shall flicker and the fire roar,
And the sun's dancing gems will glitter some more.
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Pieces of My Puzzled Heart
PoesíaIt's a collection of my poetry. One of the main presiding topics is the idea of darkness, but there are also other things that are happier. I don't really know what to say other than that. Oh wait. My book is totally AWESOME and you should READ IT(l...
