A blue flame burning
in the night.
Like a Bunsen burner
giving light.
Not the white or yellow
flame for which to fight.
The core of being
the brightest, bright.
Poems of my fathers draw near
- Gisella Perezarce
- Pasadena, California, United States
- Inspired by the poems of my great-grandfather, grandmother, and my father, my sister and I continue to write. This is a simple offering of mine.
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