PoisonPeas

I dream in orange and red, in an old fashion manner. Sparks radiate along the outline- of every fragment of my fantasy. Infernos intimidate the atmosphere, by measures of heated coals. Fire ignites the sky, both day and night. Flames ripple along blades of grass, in a flawless sea of beauty. Blazes of untamed, raw, power roar through the landscape. Old oak trees are scorched by undying embers, left alone by my untold desires. This conflagration thrives in my dreams. Wildfires capture my soul in a small waxed candle that flickers a diminutive, yet- Illuminate light.