Little flame flickers, licking the air. Afraid to lose its new life, it longs to linger, Made, it decides, to devour with devastating tongue. Partial to pure oxygen, it savors the Sylvan, Looking for tree leaves to flesh out its form. Initiator of warmth for night-bound humans, Greed and impatience urge its emergence. Hurried steps…
Exit through the alley doors, too Scared to stay and suffer through Crowded clubs that welcomed your Appealing face and figure. Phantoms pace and leer with longing, Expecting Thursday's sale buffet. True, you came for the dance, Heated bodies, and pulsing beat, to join Everyone in cheering for another round, Offered to the DJ's whims. God,…
National Poetry Writing Month
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
About fantastical places and other stuff
"The silence of the night awakens my soul"
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