Fire/Burning

Burning through the forset,
Flames of orange, red and yellow,
Lick at the trees and plants,
Scorching everything in its path,
Fire.

Burning my skin,
Leaving smoke and heat,
In it's wake,
Torching my hair,
Fire

A thing of beauty,
And warmth,
But feasr it also,
For its scorching heat,
Fire.

Burning my heart,
Blood fueling the flames,
Love as its oxygen,
The Burning desire,
Fire.

poem by McKenzie Mickey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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