Very nice; speaks to the all-consuming (and sometimes downright destructive) power of love. Reminds me a little of one I posted here a short while ago called "He's like the Wind"
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The Eclectic Pen - The Flames
By: Jessica H.
Date Submitted: 6/5/2008
Last Updated: 6/6/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 87
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| A bright spot in the distance i slowly approach It is fire the fear of being burned keeps me away i edge closer there is someone he is there at the center of the flames HE Calls to me, I whisper i am alone,so alone i do not wish to go nearer with calm serinity he coaxes me closer. We almost touch the flames begin to spring forth they grow stronger hotter they return to placidness Then he is gone I call to him Silence greets me I am alone again I rush from the flames never to return |
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