born
she's a spark
blazing potential
temporary and fragile
when fed, the small spark ignites
nurture and tend it
let it grow
flame
shine
young girls glow
pure joy radiates
inner light pours out sunbeams
they romp, shimmering freedom
their spirits glimmer
sparkling
life
dims
without care
then, words snuff them out
there's nothing to feed the fire
their inner light fades away
flame flickers and coughs
extinguished
gone
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| Writing Prompt |
This poem has no rhyme, and is written according to syllable counts. Syllables are 1, 3, 5, 7, 7, 5, 3, and 1. The poem may be written on any subject, be center aligned, has no stanza limit, and should have complete statements in each line. |
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