Fire of poetry.
It's more dangerous
Than the fire of woods.
It's flames are bigger,
Invisible and invincible.
Even a small prose
With breaking lines
Can be dangerous
Cause even the small streaks
Of fire lying under the lines
Will gallop you to nothing.
Fire of poetry
Is life threatening,
It will burn each layers
Of fake masks peel by peel,
And it will be more painful
When it will reach the end
And brandish your soul
With naked truths and
Pierce you with those emotions
Which you tried hidding it
Under the veil of
Mist of fake smiles.
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