Flames that dance, like tongues of gold,
Warming the heart, and stories untold.
Crackling wood, like nature's symphony,
A primal force, that sets the soul free.
With fiery passion, it burns so bright,
Illuminating the darkness of night.
A symbol of hope, in the blackest of times,
A beacon of light, that forever shines.
Like a wildfire, it spreads with grace,
Consuming all, in its blazing embrace.
Yet in the ashes, new life is born,
A phoenix rising, from the fiery morn.
A force that transforms, this world so bland.
For in its warmth, we find comfort and peace,
A flame that flickers, with a gentle release.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
Comments (1)
This was so wonderful. Loved your poem!