Flame of Life
a match stick is born
with oxygen the mother
and time the father
Its power becomes a storm
no its song, not a match long
originally it was a baby sonnet...think I prefer the original...
match born,
with time as father,
and oxygen as mother
its power grows into a storm.
but alas its very song,
not a match long.
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