So we burn…

In a rush of swollen blazes,
spewing ashes of autumn and
charcoal, where the half burnt
breezes are being carried out
as though fragments bare no
harm, and memories are only
as good as the dreams in which
they are kept; with the roots of
flames burning blue in the light
of love and smoke hovering past
realms of suffocation, waiting
for life to distinguish the blazes –
as though indecision was just a
game, with all of us left burning.

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2 comments

  1. cascadingchaos · September 30, 2015

    whoa

    Like

  2. gretal feeson · October 4, 2015

    Nice write!

    Like

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