Burning in the NightA Poem by blind poetA little something I wrote years ago while under the influence of BlakeI ask the fire burning me 'Did he who made the Lamb make thee?' The fire is inside of me, rekindled flames of poetry. Why must this image burn so bright? Why must I write by candlelight?' The fire whispers back to me 'You make your own reality.' I yearn to burn and I desire immolation in this fire. The bold quotation is from William Blake's 'The Tyger' © 2010 blind poetReviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 25, 2010 Last Updated on August 25, 2010 Authorblind poetKingsgate, BC, CanadaAboutFlowers For the Dead I felt the change within my heart when changes ripped the world apart. The times are strange, some say deranged. Some say every rule has changed. Some make a stage of hate.. more..Writing
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