It’s dire this open fire
This unguarded flame
I will always be the same
Open at the hearth
Allowing you to throw rubbish on my light
You fuel me, yes
But eventually I burn out.
Ah but not without a spark here and there.
Not without some flare.
It’s dire this open fire
This unguarded flame
I will always be the same
Open at the hearth
Allowing you to throw rubbish on my light
You fuel me, yes
But eventually I burn out.
Ah but not without a spark here and there.
Not without some flare.
A brilliant poem. I love the idea of the fire.
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Thanks so much you’re very kind 😘
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You are welcome
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Nice one !
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Thanks lovely xxx
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