Poem #204

She was a fire born on a hot summer day.
Her heart was kind but too exposed so it
became a liability. She realized to late
what kind of place the world is and somehow
the fire got burned. There’s ice running
through her veins now. The fire is dying out.

4 thoughts on “Poem #204

  1. Coldness felt!

  2. Maybe the fire can be fuelled once more and flames reignited 🙂 🙂

  3. Fire and ice is good when balanced. You have to have heat but lead with your head.

  4. Ouch… poignant poem.

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