There is something strangely soul-for-filling about lighting candles. In churches, we use them to remember those we have lost. They take our prayers with them up the wandering path of heaven.
Hey guys, it’s Katherine. This next poem is one of the first poems that I ever wrote and it was for one of my English projects in year 7. I think it was 5th November so my teacher lets the class do a creative writing piece about Guy Fawkes Night. I was 11 at the time so no judging. This is about a couple who fall in love during fireworks night. Quite short, but very sweet and innocent. Now on to the Poetry