Fire
The golden flame burns violently. I watch it f l i c k e r in the biting wind. It touches my frail skin. the spreading line of crimson covers my arms and scorches my heart as the flame caresses me. Fire. Beautifull Fire. Caressing my soul. Warming my heart. Fire. Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 08:13 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"The golden flame burns violently...."