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A Fiery Pyre | A Poem by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Like ravens singing
from atop a fiery pyre,
Watch faeries dance
in their Sunday attire;
the lemonade pouts
awaiting sordid desires
loving the cherished soul
whilst a misty moon cries.


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