Alice Perfect

Another Barn Burns (Don'T Call 911) (Perspective) - Poem by Alice Perfect

No tears as the barn
turned to rubble
I stood there in wonder,
face with stubble

There is a reason for everything?
The joyous bliss
the burning stings

As the last of the embers
slowly died
I looked up,
and was being spied

Now seen The Dance of Heaven's ALL!
I didn't see shit,
with roof and wall

Another barn burns
and heaven seen!
What took so long?
blessed matches and teens

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 30, 2014

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