Ring of fire

by on May 4, 2011 :: 0 comments

All fires of the world circle in around me,
And I dance
Like the flicker of the thorny flame,
By the fiery shadow
From which it came.

The fires of the world…surround me,
But I am not harmed,
Only kissed by its…cinnamon touch,
And left warm and crisp,
Like clothes fresh out of the laundry.

editors note:

Yes, that’s the fire that burns to purify, burns to kill infection, burns to make light, not ashes. – mh

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