The Fire
March 17 2007Red, gold, copper, hews, Her face lights up In the embers skew Dancing and twirling Around the fire Her eyes reflect Her burning desire The flames grow higher As her heart pounds louder She moves like the wind Free and somber.
Red, gold, copper, hews, Her face lights up In the embers skew Dancing and twirling Around the fire Her eyes reflect Her burning desire The flames grow higher As her heart pounds louder She moves like the wind Free and somber.
Editor’s note: This poem was written by Adrienne White, a senior at ARTech in Northfield. I. We’ll get to the bottom of this on an empty stomach, on an emptied day When boredom struck 1200 mils when boredom struck gold, golden fabric curtains Killing time released from the twisting of caps we’ll make a toast […]
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