Tonight


No blood or distant ire
can fall before me tonight
as tall times lights the fire
of memories burning bright.

I burn, I turn and twist
while all that I am is ablaze
proving that once I did exist
and that here then was my place.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2008-12-20 at 20:30

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