04/05/2014 Fire By reimopaivinen ¶ Posted in Spirituality ¶ Tagged Spirituality ¶ Leave a comment Like feathers on the arrow you quiver, driven, upwards by a wind. Reds, oranges yellows, and blacks: beautiful and severe. Your blue is not the blue of peace but of war. Hell-fire. Purifying. Fire: you burn so near to my heart. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...