Escape
The fire is lost, wandering
forgotten fields against the
wind for a pair of fresh eyes.
It longs for a new Earth,
to escape the habitual self-destruction
and imagined success. But the
flame burns out and never sees
the light of its dreams.
Copyright © Larry Patterson | Year Posted 2010
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