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Monday, August 6

All that burns, dies...

All that burns, dies...

In the dying light,
The bright faces shone,
The faded picture tarnished,
By time alone...

Used and abused by fingers aplenty,
The creased edges shied away,
The picture lit up one last time,

One last time, today...

The hiss of a lit match,
A cathartic bind,
A little too late,
For a change of mind...

From a far corner,
The smoke rose in a spire,
The faces vanished,
Slowly eroded by fire...

Erased memories,
Broke free with ease,
Wisps of black flew by,
Unguided by the breeze...

5 Comments:

Blogger Rini said...

Brilliant imagery..Liked the way it was traced out so neatly!

Sun Aug 12, 09:44:00 PM  
Anonymous sups said...

Erased memories,
Broke free with ease,
Wisps of black flew by,
Unguided by the breeze...

I love the last bit!
YOU wrote it didnt u?? :P

Sat Aug 25, 11:24:00 PM  
Blogger farustar said...

ola ugly fat guy a.k.a. wendita! i finally posted somethin...gimme your best critique...cause i know it's been far too long...hows seebeeyes?

Tue Aug 28, 04:02:00 PM  
Blogger Da Rodent said...

Hmm..

Thu Aug 30, 09:48:00 AM  
Anonymous f said...

made the spovie as yet?
lol

Fri Sep 14, 10:59:00 PM  

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