From Ashes bring FlamesA Poem by Noename
Ages, It seems to take that long...
As the wind blows the tender kindle, While the flicker of orange breaths from it's frail life.
Decades, Though not the true time, The internal clock says otherwise As a dead flame fights...
Minuets, all needed to change that time, To liven that flickering orange.
From the ashes, arduous flame bursts forth. A small doing in such long time.
Seconds, Before it's strength ignites, before it's time of labor pays back what it was saving for.
A flicker, Minor as it seems, a start of things to come, resembling what once was, And what soon can be.
-NN © 2008 Noename |
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1 Review Added on May 29, 2008 Last Updated on May 31, 2008 AuthorNoenameBurdenAboutWords do not exist in my head, They rest at my fingers, and torn papers surrounding my bed. Color does not rest in my eyes, I see nothing but shapes, and gray skys. Knowing me, is interesting you se.. more..Writing
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