I cannot look away from the flames. They beckon me to stare as they dance in the night, even thought they are still, caught up in this sight.
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About Me
- Vivian aka Deborah
- With age comes wisdom, it's true, so make sure the wisdom you gain is worthwhile. I thought my self immature till I had a baby. A baby is a sure way to mature oneself. So I had two more! And now that they are grown and mature, they call me immature! It takes two to tango. It takes two to marry. It takes two to keep it going. Treat words like grains of salt. Grab hold of them and learn, but allow some to slip through your hands. And above all else....I give thanks to God....everyday! All my poems and photos are copyrighted. Thank you to all who have left a comment.
I can see letters and shapes...
swirling up into the air and I swear they spell out your name in hot vapors of kaleidoscope colors
Prayer changes things...
this I know
Go ahead...
leave a comment and make my day.
I swear...
Do blondes have more fun?
Pray
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain, coming down on a sunny day?
Why is the coffee
always gone?
Got Jesus?
well if not, bout time your find Him, eh?
Coffee and honey
mix in the great outdoors and oh what a feeling!
4 comments:
Very nice, the dance of fire. Did you ever wonder what is that red thing? Instead of thinking in the name fire?
Thank you, Adrian. Tell me more about the red thing.....
I was always intrigue by fire. When I was young I spend yours looking at it. I always wonder what is the flame that I used to call the 'red thing'. I never had an explanation, what is indeed the flame?
They have a name for people like you, intrigued by fire....begins with a P. hahaha only kidding. I know what you mean....I love to sit outside on my deck at night and stare into the fire in the chimineer.
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