Out in the night, next to a fire.
I was born in an ancient land
And tounges speaking a different language
Please, come sit next to my fire
I will feed you with my words
(They will all bring you comfort)
As the stars above
Do sing
I will sing of my journey
Fire and bursts
Sing me your song!
And you shall see
It's not much of a difference.
Poetry by yvso
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Written on 2017-01-02 at 00:28
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Friendship
I was born in an ancient land
And tounges speaking a different language
Please, come sit next to my fire
I will feed you with my words
(They will all bring you comfort)
As the stars above
Do sing
I will sing of my journey
Fire and bursts
Sing me your song!
And you shall see
It's not much of a difference.
Poetry by yvso
Read 752 times
Written on 2017-01-02 at 00:28
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