Fire, BurnA Poem by Richard MuellerEverything around me
Bushes burn along with the trees, the birds screaming at the top of each chirp
Rushing out so perhaps we can be free, and our life, so for we could usurp Every part from the ground up, and the background is filled with the flames Who cares for the lots pups around me, it's all about me and the sick little games For only I can mandate to the flames.
© 2016 Richard MuellerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRichard MuellerRiver Grove, ILAboutWritten in digital ink, I implore to you my thoughts for they are something you'd be intrigued by, I would think The Poet And The Singer, Both With Silver Tongues PS I'm 17, but to be able to read.. more..Writing
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