A Storm Of Fire

A Storm Of Fire prose poem

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Spring time and rain
blooming of flowers

purple haze of a storm
on the horizon

gray is mixed above the cloudline
memories of you and me
becoming one as A Storm of Fire

passion melting like fervent heat
butterflies in your stomach
you say its because of my light

us moves lingering
in as blazing haze

turning upward the moutain top calls
for you to come home
to complete
A Storm of Fire

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Domic Sands
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It goes well for you but a bit to the end is sort of non poesy, your prose will be fine once listened in time.
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