Friday, 19 June 2015

Flame

My mothers warm arms fill me with heat,
The glow of the fire is an illusion yet tidy and neat,
My eyes are dancing with the flames,
I dance gleefully "this is nice," the flame exclaims.

2 comments:


  1. Wow Maria that was a great poem about flames and I like how you used great punctuation and I liked how it actually rhymes. Keep up the good work Maria.

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  2. Wow Maria that was a great poem about flames and I like how you used great punctuation and I liked how it actually rhymes. Keep up the good work Maria.

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