The Flame

Tears burned the apples of cheeks bright red,

The evening dusk fell.

Eyes, the color of deep,

Wet earth, grew to seek happiness,

To seek sanity among the mobs of people,

Surrounding ignorance like moths to flame.  

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Eileen]

Sounds like me. :/ I see that happy smile on your profile picture and yet here comes a description of pain. I don't know you, but I love you.