Just Another Untitled Poem

[Young Alien Type]

In one burning moment
We find our niche.
Eternity waits in the wings,
But the sound of our laughter
Drounds out the hum.
Now is an explosion.
Afterburn not a care,
As a series of burning moments
Becomes the tack paper
In the scrapbook of our lives.
Come dance with the flame.

 

[up all night]

God I really liked this for some reason. It was tight...no excess of words and elusive but beautiful images....hmmm....i like!
The sorta poem you read, then you read again and then again straight way.

 

[SexayRaverHere]

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