Fire.
Wit.
Pure.
Hero.
A heated, witty, pure, heroic man walks through the building.
Lights, everywhere.
Fire, everywhere.
Eyes blinded by the woman of sunlight.
Thoughts whirl around the heroes head: death, life, and love.
Trapped beneath the blazing log, remembering the childhood,
the hero falls into his sleep.
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ReplyDeletepoor fireman. you've made a good first draft here. check for typos. are there subtle ways to let us in on his memories or emotions? also, you might see how it looks without periods. the poem was to be a part of a dream-themed post with images. i suggest editing another 1-3 images from your shoot to go with this text.
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