Fire
In this world of self promoting
Selflessly the self kindle fire bakes me so many pies
In all adverse and in, all around, demanding situations
Relentlessly it keeps the hearth burning
Without consuming my flesh or bones
At the core it burns
On the blood of my all in- capabilities
And provides me food, fuel and all other provisions
Without smoke I am given a gift,
An all annihilating tongue of flame
To color the world of creativity, green
On the canvas of depth
With a pen
Red.
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