The Coal In the Flame
the coal
in the flames
lights up with regret
that it never got the chance
to become a diamond.
the ashes of the wood
twinkle with dying embers
knowing
that this is the closest thing they have
to a life.
the smoke
glides over the dust of what once was
that was taken
by the flames.
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