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( votes)The Fire Flower
written by: Raphfael Wormge
As I sit here
Watching this nice
Hot flower,
My mind begins
To wander.
Watching the flames
Dance ever so,
They dance here
They dance there
Swirling, and twirling
Like a
Beautiful dancer.
Logs are moved
And the fire
Changes tune,
Switching rhythms
To dance higher
And steeper
Than ever known.
Letting me know
Of this pretty show
Blue to orange
Over to white,
The fire blazes on
Forever Bright.
As the fire dies
And I return to mind,
I miss the show
That dances on
Ever so.
I use the show
To propel me on
And through the day,
Waiting for evening
To return this
Very night.
Grabbing logs
From here and there
I build the fire
Yet again
To watch this
Wondrous show
Of flames
Dancing on.
Raphfael Wormge
Chris Valentine is a budding writer and draws influence from a wide range of places and interactions. He has gotten 3rd place in both a short fiction writing contest and poetry contest. Chris most recently has also gotten his first poem published in a book.
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