burn red
Posted by Fab in writings on Monday, February 23, 2009
burning red its colour is
as it's cold to touch it burns with warmth
at simply the sight of it
it's roundness can be held in hand
like a glass of wine
the smile only emphasizes the glow
and you cannot but smile
as unsuspected it has appeared
as durable and remaining it will stay
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# by Jean-Luc Picard - Wednesday, February 25, 2009 9:42:00 PM
Simple, but very effective poem. Good.
# by Fab - Monday, August 17, 2009 12:51:00 PM
Sorry to have deleted the comment by "Anonymous", but if messages are left in a language I cannot comprehend, I must consider it spam and delete it.
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