POEMS: “Fire Thoughts” by (child poet) Agra Gra


Hot, flickering fingers
licking, reaching
to where the
cool air lingers.

As I watch
I dare to think;
who dared to tame
this beast of flame?

As the beast
devours its timber
It jumps, it leaps;
It seems quite limber.

The mysteries of the flame
shall always remain… the same.

by Agra Gra




One Comment Add yours

  1. The Wizard says:

    The beautiful flames.
    I always remember the Holi. When it burn I forget my existence.

    Liked by 1 person

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