The Fire Flower
consumed and lost,
in heat of flame,
loss and sorrow,
passion and shame,
given all,
to burn the past,
and the love,
ive been cast,
in the end,
the light so bright,
is a small flame,
on a windy night.
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2012
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