silkysalem
Salem's Den Journal
2003-02-17 19:08:26 (UTC)
Fire 1/22/2003
Yet another sonnet attempt...
The fire is burning brightly in mine eye
The warmth it share on such a cold sweet night
The child that dances round and will not sigh
The mother worries life will not be right
The father jokes about life's gentle way
THe fam'ly all pretends that life is good
The child, naive, desires naught but to play
The flame is nothing but dissolving wood
THe fire knows nothing of such mortal things
The wood burns stronger high into the sky
The people strong now sleepy as she sings
THe wood with water dumped on it must dry
THe people taught me what is hard: to live
The fire taught more-- naivete, forgive
~Salem
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