Before the FlameA Poem by Alfred KukitzEarly man without fireBefore the Flame The night was a child with a darkness unknown to itself. When the search for light drew near, No one knew what to call it. The darken caves seem to express their desire, "My child is sick yet I cannot see him". "I feel her loves but cannot see her eyes". "Where is the word for our need"? "Where is something that we might see in the darkness? © 2014 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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