Fresh Fire
Echoes of loud voice
sound of that of trumpet
noise of joy and celebration
blinking in dark without blinks
thoughts of paradise was all in me
fear becomes my best friend
as I saw the crowd tripping
my pen became my companion
still with thousands of opinion
I was soon lost in it's atmosphere
feeling like an illuminate
I saw myself doing a soneat
yet enjoys the concept
weaving for a composure
yet drunk in it's fire
It's a fresh fire
burning with a fresh vision
yet can make you loose your mind
Cause the have war with words
like a camouflage soldiers
no retreat no surrender
the fire burns with fresh ideas.
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