Why do i think of us, in colors of flames so red....on a day so somber?
I see ***** of fire, they dance against a pool of blue,  tranquil water
The red now turns to a yellow tangerine, like smouldering ember
And flames are definitely reaching up, soaring, higher, higher
With hints of orange, then on to a deep yellow, like amber.
Bright lively orange could only be our burning desire
-----------------whether in the summer-------------------
-------or, in the cold days of December--------
---MAGICAL, every moment of fi-re ---
every coo, every whisper, so tender
day and night.....year after year
rain, sun, wind, any weather
we must try not to falter
let our fiery colors
N E V E R
end
up
a
dying
E M B E R.
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Sally

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Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan