As the paper flies out of the ash
The matchstick is still breathing
The fire burns words after words
The violence doesn’t need swords
Last letter takes one last breathe
And then the smile slowly recedes
Writing is the fire within my mind
Every word needs an intense grind
The cherished diamond then shines
4 Year Old Adult 
This was intense poetry with rhyming which is challenging not to make it sound forced.
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I have been working on few scripts lately, that made me pen this one. Your words of appreciation are invaluable. 🙂
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one of your best worded poems 🙂
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That’s so kind of you. Thank you 🙂
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Yes..yes.. I am a very kind person 😀 😛
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Yeah, I am aware of the scales of measurement 😉
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