Flying Fire Poem by Daniel Nairn

Flying Fire



Before the Stars rise to the sky
They linger near our Home,
The heavens' gift to mortal man,
Among the gods to roam.

We play among the flickering lights
And watch their perfect dance,
They let us catch their light to see
The Starlight in our hands.

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Daniel Nairn

Daniel Nairn

Bellevue, Nebraska
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