Fire Light, Fire Bright
The bright noisy word
rules a rough sweet world.
Warmth flickers wanly
smelling lightly of kerosene,
the fire consumes the obscene,
as reality overwhelms
the once tall proud golden elm.
Fire Light, Fire Bright
The bright noisy word
rules a rough sweet world.
Warmth flickers wanly
smelling lightly of kerosene,
the fire consumes the obscene,
as reality overwhelms
the once tall proud golden elm.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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