Fire
FireThe user and the used
Always give wonder to few
And fear to many
Fire
The greedy foal
Who licks anything
to its own satisfaction
Fire
The Jeepers Creepers
of all
Who licks at anything
To breath on
Wood and matches
are his parents
Petrol and kerosine
are his matrons
Fire
Oh Fire
You scare us
But we have
no choice.
Poetry by dolu
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Written on 2007-06-17 at 01:37



