"Fire"
Shoudn't touch,
Can't catch,
Will be burnt,
Will hella hurt.
Gives me light,
Knows what's right,
Huuged it anyway,
Gave me warnth.
Flames dancing,
Wind blowing,
Bright red shining,
Or orange I'm seeing?
So hot,
I couldn't stop,
Owning it -- maybe not!
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Poems
PoetryThey say poems are the writer's identity and secret keepers. It shields them from people yet are exposed. Poems are great wonders-- It is deep and very meaningful.
