The Fire

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  • Happiness
    • LanaAuLani
    • Ok So I'm back in my house after the eight months in the woods because of the fire. Everything seems to be ok now. I guess we will have to work with that. btw I do have my lip redone. Yay for quilting needles.

    The Fire
    These dreams
    Images
    Flashing before mine eyes
    Do I see what could lay beyond this
    Realm of hate and violence?

    My chest
    Failing
    Attempting to perceive the notion
    Of love. Of faith. Of hope.
    I dream of you.

    Hands outstreatched
    I grasp the light of flames
    This sweet inferno
    Burning and cleansing the irrational fears
    I am in bliss

    Ashes
    That is what I have become
    And yet, I am content.
    I am part of this.
    I am perfect in my imperfections.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    LanaAuLani’s Poems (19)

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    unnamed 3 0 12/26/2009
    Perfect night 0 08/08/2009
    Long Road Home 0 05/26/2009
    Welcome Back 0 05/20/2009
    Evening's last drink 0 04/25/2009
    frozen 1 04/19/2009
    The Fire 0 03/22/2009
    personal demons 0 03/18/2009
    Butterflies 0 02/22/2009
    I give up 0 02/22/2009
    The sun shines only in dreams 1 02/22/2009
    Time 0 02/22/2009
    Unbound 0 02/21/2009
    Her Majesty 1 02/21/2009
    Unnamed 2 0 02/20/2009
    Dedicated to the one I loved 0 02/20/2009
    Last words to you. 0 02/20/2009
    Luna 0 02/20/2009
    Unnamed 1 0 02/20/2009
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