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Oct 2016
Ruins of a once great wall
now little more than a path
leading to nowhere
and nothing but pain
on either side

Jagged rocks reach skyward
surrounded by woeful mists
a metaphor and future of all
conceive, improve, rise
and fall into chaos and death

Only to be found, but not learned from
by the next generations
exposed by archeologists
researching the past
that is also the future
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   Arun C
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