You are watching her burn, let not her flames extinguish,
For she thrives throughout life, living not in relish,
But her flames feed upon truth and grow in the moors,
Consuming knowledge as she builds her flames from the floor,
She consumes one room, taking in all education of the wise,
With each spark, each consumption, her flames did arise,
And they grew to engulf her, swallowed up in her pride,
She’s taking a break now, if she is to survive,
Bound by flames, but respectable in knowledge,
She again grows, but thus in a timely manner.
Now, as she grows, and her flames turn to truth,
She has acquired that patience, at hand, was the virtue.
She now sees through God’s eyes, and loves as she sees,
She grew into a wise girl, and aged quite respectably,
She took her time and waited her turn,
And now, she is the only who flames: never burns.
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it is true..it is blunt...it is cool.
Megan.
Written August 7th, 2004
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Megan... this is utterly beautiful. So original and blunt. Life is like an everyday battle, and reading this I realise that everyday is a lesson that fortifies for life.... Thanks for sharing -
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my god, Meg..this is really good..keep it up, hunni!! -
this was great !!! I kept reading and as soon as I got to the end I was like "whoah" ! thats gotta be the coolest line I've ever seen.it wrapped the "whole" poem up.great job !
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Amazing write, keep up the good work
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