The Angel Of Fire Comments

Burning, burning, as she flies O’er the world of men Burning, burning, in the skies Til’ her name is found again .....wonderful writing my dear....

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself. E. M. Forster and this piece sure prove his point....indeed a great write sir

very fine poem, thanks, I invite you to read my poems and comment.