Out in the night, next to a fire.


Friendship



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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yvso
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I'm with Ashe. Well done.
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Simply beautiful and it has a poignant message. Love it!
Ashe
2017-01-02