Rose Fire Poem by Megan Hieronimus

Rose Fire



The sweet smell of the rose fire
setting in the west
the rays of the blest
every ray is a new life
every star is new death

the bright light
of the night
shines on everyone
i find myself watching
the setting sun

the morning comes
and the world is undone
nothing goes with the time
the sun rises
the sun sets
the world sets
into the deep of space

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Megan Hieronimus

Megan Hieronimus

Portland, OR
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