A man's journey home begins.
With the dancing of the flame
Licking at the starry sky
On embers with no name
Don't call the brigade
Just let the thing go well
Rather burn than fade away
How long, for time will tell
My face is getting hot
Turn to all the people's stares
I suppose that I've been caught
I doubt the audience cares
Make way for the spirit
Who floats on down to second street
A letter sealed in his hand
To his parent's greet
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 00:41
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Embers With No Name
My house, she waves goodbyeWith the dancing of the flame
Licking at the starry sky
On embers with no name
Don't call the brigade
Just let the thing go well
Rather burn than fade away
How long, for time will tell
My face is getting hot
Turn to all the people's stares
I suppose that I've been caught
I doubt the audience cares
Make way for the spirit
Who floats on down to second street
A letter sealed in his hand
To his parent's greet
Poetry by weirdzarun
Read 366 times
Written on 2006-12-18 at 00:41
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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