Sultry sparks spitting out fierce
Deep away from the home.
Deep into the snow
Of the isolated abyss, alone.
Then one ember,
With a will and a way.
Surviving in this world,
with only this to say,
"I will never give up!
I will never die
Because I can succeed
With my chin held high!"
It kept and Broken his word.
It manage to burn out and die.
But it died with dignity
For his chin was held high.
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Poetry From Me...
No one seems to read them anymore.
Poems left and right but no where to go.
Either read them...
Or...well...I don't know.
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