Living Flames Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw
Living Flames
I like my fire.
Glad it's not my pyre.
It keeps me alive,
Gives me drive
When I'm cold.
I'm not gonna mould
As this winter does unfold.
Get in front of my fire
And perspire
NOT expire...
Great piece could be interpreted so many ways I think.. Are you now encrypting secret messages in your poetry? Great Job as always.
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5/3/2024 7:50:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like your fire, too. In fact I am sitting in front of it right now. Put anpother log on, love. Fran xxx