The WayA Poem by Adam LightI laugh with them; I dance with her. The fire burns; the faces blur. I flap my arms; I start to drift. My hand reaches and tries to lift. I fly backwards; I fight and twist. My eyes open; they don't persist. I sit up; awake. I stay up alone. The fire burns; the way is shown.
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StatsAuthorAdam LightILAboutI write things that I think are worth remembering and living up to. My poetry helps me makes decisions and grow. Most of my poems are short, rhyme, and have a point to them. more..Writing
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