Jan 2016
Fire away Fire away
Live for a minute.
Live for a day.
Love when it's lost
Die when it's found.
A purposeful prose
Is all that it costs.
My heart doth confound
With that red bright rose.
Fire away, Fire away
Live for a minute.
Live for a day.
Love when it's lost
Die when it's found.
A purposeful prose
Is all that it costs.
My heart doth confound
With that red bright rose.
Fire away, Fire away
This poem is an example of the "Grand Illusion" thought. I'll allow the reader to determine the meaning of this statement.
