Final Spark The flames burn, the skies drenched in gloom. The day is upon us, the pale light starts to loom. The Moon shines as if a beacon of small hope. The clouds part as the moon let out a silver thread-like rope. The light envelopes me as the darkness fades away. The night grows shorter as the sun fires its first ray. My eyes reflect it, the light dances like its on fire. The Final spark is re-kindled, it spreads into a pyre. The Pyre takes shape, it ignites each plain. The fire lets out a sigh as it begins to douse by the oncoming rain. It fizzles bright as the drops won’t stop. The Fire sparks brightly as it goes out with a final pop. oldie fer sure
Posted on: Thu, 27 Jun 2013 06:31:06 +0000
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