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Fire In Essense
Planted into fertile soil
a flower soaking up life
in the middle of nowhere
petals penetrate their preciousness
but yet one
huddles near the soulbreaches the promise
with fear of giving up
this light closes in
changing the path of wind
brushing against its breast
calling its name
crying for love
no comfort has aroused
under the golden truth
neither has it withered away
of dying at the wait
approaching is time too fast
so scorn the ancient passion
for fire in essense
to feel a peaceful fall.
These first poems/prose were written in 96/97 in my junior & sr. year of high school- first semester of college.
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