Poetry

Flame (#1122)

In this life, there are flames that touch our soul,
All temperatures from cold of ice to hot of coal,

Flame of unimaginable feel and endless flavor,
Some that fancy then leave, while others never waver,

Ones that kindle the heart ever so dear,
Ones that would make even evilest tear,

These are the flames we feel day to day,
Even if we don’t see them, they touch us in every way.

Any Thoughts?

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