Gerald Legister Poet Sonnet

The Fire That Burns

Yet, as each day goes by, 
it's hard to watch them go without you nearby, 
but I promise to keep your spirit going and flying high,
and when I sprint into the clear sky,
I guess before I die, leaving this side
I want to understand those feelings inside.

I don't think my family would understand
the fire that burns in that distant land
with rosy fingers of another frosty morning 
Snowflakes are beautiful and adoring 

Now loon in the English countryside 
Where shadows paint a portrait 
And I am alone in the room 
Listening to a warbling tune

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