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The fire burning bright
up into the night
Reminds one of the flames
young love has remained
throughout the years
through the tears and fears
the joy and sorrow.
Thou that flame has remained bright
throughout the long dark lonely nights
for the young flicker of high school passion
of a red-haired boy that once was
for a blue-eyed girl
when he touched her once -
fingers entwining her hair -
and then no more
does he dream
of her evermore?
As the fire burns low
into the darkness of the night
Does her desire
grow forever
higher with her dreams
of leaving to start anew?
About the Creator
Anne Walker
I write personal poetry, short stories, and some political/social commentary on human events happening right now in our lifetime.


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