Warm Verses
Loud sparks that go pop,
beauty clicks on my ink.
Blood orange collision,
my stanza’s becoming
a sumptuous vision.
Loud sparks that go pop,
the heat throws me a bone.
I’m writing by the fire,
playing a game of words.
Smoke’s spiraling higher.
Loud sparks that go pop,
a fresh line comes to me.
I’ve worn this rhyme before,
just without lines of ash.
The style’s mine to explore.
Loud sparks that go pop,
now I’ve got a feeling
this may just resonate.
Warm verses woven could
hold them past clickbait.
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