Out in the night, next to a fire.


I was born in an ancient land

And tounges speaking a different language

Please, come sit next to my fire

I will feed you with my words

(They will all bring you comfort)

As the stars above

Do sing

I will sing of my journey

Fire and bursts

Sing me your song!

And you shall see

It's not much of a difference.

Poetry by yvso
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Written on 2017-01-02 at 00:28

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Thank you all for reading my poem! And for your feed back.

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm with Ashe. Well done.

Simply beautiful and it has a poignant message. Love it!