Flames Of Turmoil
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Flames Of Turmoil
I stand firm in the ring of fire No urge to move I bare the heat And prepare for my fate Am I prepared? Or is it that I am waiting? Waiting for that saint-in-shining-armor to come wisk me away Still waiting for that day... |
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great job here! i love this poem, it is so amazing that you can fit so much meaning into these few lines...that takes true talent. i got so much out of this poem...it kind of gave me a taste for who you are. whether you are preparing for your fate, or just waiting for that special day, you are strong through that wait, going through anything that is needed to get to your ultimate destiny. great poem, keep it up! :D| | Posted on 2005-03-01 00:00:00 | by trmbngrl | [ Reply to This ] | I love when a poet can put a ton of emotion into just a few words, and you definitely accomplished that. I relate to the subject matter and you really made me feel it. Great job. | | Posted on 2004-11-19 00:00:00 | by Luckyduck | [ Reply to This ] | I like this...it'sn sort of like saying that you will wait through anything-even the heat- to accomplish what you want to do or to recieve what you want most. I like it. Very simple, but at the same time, complex. | I'll be reading more. ~Samantha  | Posted on 2004-11-19 00:00:00 | by His Lost Angel | [ Reply to This ] | |
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