The Savage Garden
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Of the Flame
Pale wood burns
An assiduous flame -
Yet so weak, so
Timid. In her flare of
Heat and light
Extinguishes, a part
Of her.
Soporific lulls of
Crackling sparks
Insinuate
Black-leaved flakes
Of yesterdays.
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