Flickering FlameA Poem by Kiara
Here lies
The wood enflamed, Light gladly dancing Over the grass around it. The flame never dies, It frolics, tamed. It's forever prancing The ash around it. The flame never cries Or by death it would be claimed. It's always entrancing The simple children around it.
© 2012 Kiara |
Stats
95 Views
1 Review Added on January 20, 2012 Last Updated on January 20, 2012 |

Flag Writing