Falling Embers
Falling embers
Colors burning
In its wake
The crisp, cold air
Fresh
The smell of
Time
Slipping from our fingers
The winds are
Kissing fires away
Into a beautiful
Fantasia
Opening the doors
To the near future
Grasp it
While you can
Because
There's only one today
Today
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