Today,
The house was burning,
Smothering in flames.
Blazing with fire,
Brightening the darkened world.
The wrath of fires streaming,
Dazzled the spectators,
As the skin glistened with warmer air,
And eyes reflected the red tints.
Nevertheless, nothing could save.
The planks at their ends......
Everything known broke in pieces.
Melted in the heated sparks
Little by Little,
All the colors,
Turned into black grey ashes.
All that remained,
Was a wooden piece,
Carved with forever.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
Today,
The house was burning,
Smothering in flames.
Blazing with fire,
Brightening the darkened world.
The wrath of fires streaming,
Dazzled the spectators,
As the skin glistened with warmer air,
And eyes reflected the red tints.
Nevertheless, nothing could save.
The planks at their ends......
Everything known broke in pieces.
Melted in the heated sparks
Little by Little,
All the colors,
Turned into black grey ashes.
All that remained,
Was a wooden piece,
Carved with forever.
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