Spitting fire
Pointed towards
The gloomy pyre
The festival is bright
Like your eyes
Remember the days?
I do
I’ll always remember you
Head bowed
I let a tear slip
Quickly it evaporates
But not before I pass on
It is clear
In my mind there is peace
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4 comments
Amazing poem.
Thankyou (again), it means alot to me
Nice, strangely relatable poem. ^_^
Maybe you’re me o_O