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AFLAME

Tonight, the horizon burns like metal Molted and shot from a mouth of fire The trees stand scorched, coal-chalked pictures In the sky hangs a fleeting smile Molted and shot, from a mouth of fire Twisted from wire, but tender, yet to be shaped In the sky hangs a fleeting smile The work of an artist, holding beauty in crude hands Twisted from wire, but tender, yet to be shaped – The trees stand, scorched coal-chalked pictures The work of an artist holding beauty, in crude hands tonight. The horizon burns like metal.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/20/2017 1:05:00 PM
truly...the work of an artist.
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Date: 1/3/2016 6:56:00 PM
Fantastic imagery
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Date: 7/17/2010 11:17:00 PM
You are so good, Grace!! Thanks for your comment to me today. I love this poem of yours. LUv, Andrea
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Date: 7/11/2010 8:50:00 AM
a passionate write,, this was a cool write,, nice one...P.D.
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Date: 7/11/2010 7:45:00 AM
Touches the readers senses with such vivd imagery, nice write.
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