Burnt Matches on a Charred FloorA Poem by Wyrn Tiger
Embers glow like devil eyes in the night
sparks fly like fireflies. The house creaks with it's final battle cries. The flames leaping up like a terrible fright. Water can not save this house anymore. Afterwords, Burnt matches on a charred floor.
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6 Reviews Added on February 15, 2018 Last Updated on January 5, 2024 AuthorWyrn Tigerbangor, IrelandAboutI spend my time reading and wrighting and will review more..Writing
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