Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Fire's Glow #152
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The trees are strong I know I watched them grow blowing in the wind they became invincible living on forever it seemed and yet, they burn slowly deteriorating in fire's glow... Day by day prayer by prayer moment by moment softly spoken. I watched them fall into little pieces rotting in the garden growing old and life is ironic that that which stood tall now, should burn and provide warmth so we may live on deteriorating in fire's glow... Day by day prayer by prayer moment by moment softly spoken -Lighthouse Bob |
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Fire`s Glow #152
Fire`s Glow #152
