Wednesday, August 06, 2014

Don't quote me


One fiery spark that fell aside
While a fire was being made.

Ostracised momentary flicker
That faded with separation.

Piece of wood consumed in the inferno;
Singed, removed of substance.

Dust to dust, ash to ash
Forever cliché.

Blown away in the wind
Normalised, devoid of meaning.

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