Burning Home
Fire lights the sky
Illuminating the dark
It rages on and on
Ashes float around me
And cling to my skin
They sparkle of dying heat
Black clouds the night
Cover the moon and stars
Choking out all air
Tears fall on my face
Skin burns of light
Heart clenches in pain
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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