New Lit Torch
It's midnight...
With a midnight waterfall on the wall of your porch and newly lit torch.
It seems it could almost scorch the newly lit torch,
But fire can never tire.
It grows,
High and low.
To make the perfect glow...
Its color flutter in the midnight air,
And sends a flare to all who care that you're there.
It seems to stare wherever it seems fair enough to care,
But it doesn't seem to care about where I bare in the midnight air.
-Peter H.
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