They dance,
bright yellow
engulfing orange.
Orange flaring away
at the brown defences
of the diminishing black.
All, in their separate ways,
contributing to
my warm contemplation
of the agility with which
they leap and swirl
like dervishes,
determined only
to consume each other
and leave only cold ashes.
I add more fuel to ensure
their warming dance
does not yet end.
A contest entry
- even... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended August 15, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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An intriguing piece touching the theory of the love.....I love it..My thanks for shqaring it in my contest...


