Flaming
If I were made of flames
Consigned to the lonely
Destroying the shanties
Renewing ancient forest
The beauty mesmerizing
Devastation captivating
Such a sight to behold
None moving too close
If I were made of flames
Consume my own energy
Sustained heat for no one
I burn alone as mercurial
Filed under: Poetic Tagged: burning, flames, loneliness, rebirth, renewal, unapproachable
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