I am avatar of fire bending
I've touched the sorrows of fire rings
I've burnt myself in fire, heart-rending
I made the fires dance to my tunes
I've lost myself to the fire dove
Making it slave to my desire
Don't you play with your poison on me like you playing with fire
You'll feel my body rolled in my fiery vortex
©Poembyselly
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Wounded Soul
PoetryA poem about heartache and a wounded soul trying to rise from the depths of love, betrayal, strange dreams, and even spiritual matters. This wounded soul book is more precisely a scribble of thoughts from the author who has experienced a spiritual a...
