blessed by the fire

May 20, 2010
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in comes the light; the morning
breathes slowly, cooly, calm.
it does not have much to say,
but it falls like a bomb.

it explodes out in waves of sound
and light rays to your face.
it screams out in supernal glory,
narcissistic in its grace.

it enters in and walks around
knowing what it needs.
bird calls and shouting kids;
the fire -- nature feeds.

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pinkypromise23 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 14, 2010 at 8:40 pm
this is really good(: great rhyming(;
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