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Great Expectations

Embers weave tales of a quiet time It used to be great- that from which Slips a meandering hiss. The trees have fled- no more jump in- An ax sits idly by To fly- that is great. Better to live a spark and die as flames. The game still played Such fervor, such grace Competition is survival -But wait- Even the sparks will ask… If sleep so surely hangs by this thread- What hope have we to awaken the dead?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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