It all burned down,
flaunting flames in the face
of waves that gently lapped, not raced,
to touch us,
too late to salve or save,
good only for washing away
the ashes.
Staring into the faded inferno,
clutching at the remains,
there is no bitterness, only marvel
at destruction's beauty.
Author notes
"Sarah Lee,"
Option 7
http://littlemewhatever.deviantart.com/art/These-Memories-80517832
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Comments
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that is really pretty. you make the wrecked look so beautiful! I like your selection of words. thanks for entering!!!
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