the fire is finally dying
its flames reaching to eternity
below the dark dark sky
to the furthest point of humanity
sparks thrown into the air
make children stop in their play
they stand idle and stare
at the dancing insects
they watch the ones who get too close
burst into smoke
and sink to their feet
what a beautiful world
they have no idea
that every second they grow older
than the moment before
Author notes
I don't know...weird...it doesn't really mean anything.
Suggestions are welcome from open minds
Comments
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Awesome! The imagery was fantastic. My favourite stanzas was the second and third. The idea of the fire you've portrayed is one of such an intrguing nature. The juxtaposition of the dying flames and the children who are new in a sense is very interesting and captivating. Well written.
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