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- October 9th, 2011
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Posts Tagged ‘fire’
Acrobats in the air,
Fire driven hard and rare.
The many left replete,
A few favoured beyond care.
There beneath the tongues creep,
Broken,
Shattered,
Pressured,
Ready to weep.
In a hidden corner
Something was found
Memories of loss
Clothes green and brown
Too many faces
Seen from afar
Order confused
In the grand bazaar.
In the days of quiet
We live in riot
I wonder which
To fade or stitch.
Ripple and rhyme
Forgetting is crime
Deploy and embrace
Honour given to those who face.
A cloud given to obscure
An act pure and simple
Strange to deny growth
To run an endless maze
Claim a common tool
Embark and pay no fare
Head to fabled shores
Find wealth white and horned