My beautiful garden
Set fire to it
Spreads through the path
My flowers ruined
The flame of your grace
Set fire to my beautiful place
It grows through the grass
It follows your wrath
You set flames with your fiery eyes
You shoot down planes with your
Dangerous heart
Your influence only seen in the arts
You turn my terrace to ashes.
YOU ARE READING
The diary I never kept
PoetryOngoing thoughts this book is a collection of my emotions and an autobiography of my life from the most memorable years of my life. Signed Pricilla rose amatory
