Fire and Wishes
A cloud descends upon this town
as winter consumes autumn
And I can't seem to slow it down
but I guess that's not my problem
Then just as I'm accustomed
to the insipidity
You showed me I have fire inside
to set the shadows free
So gently you uncurl a fist
I thought was made of stone
And on my palm, a dandelion,
waiting to be blown
Expectantly you wait to see
the seeds upon the breeze
But I already got my wish,
I'm trying not to breathe.
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