Creative Fire

Flinging out of the furnace

R the flames

That leap forward,

With No sound,

The intense desire

Of the fire

Bursts like a hungry hound,

Searching and wolfing down preys

On the hunting ground.

Creative fire

Has NO patience,

Carries NO weight.

Creative fire,

Starts from sparks of flint,

Burns from the deepest part

Of your heart

In thousand of degree

And sets you free

In unexpected way!


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