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The Fire Burns
Poems
Nov 2016
Perils
Skeletal fingers
claw at the hour glass
the scythe swings impatiently
time is on no ones side
cold depths
6 feet down
or flaming heat
and a silver urn
the ravens beaks
tapping, tapping
dark wings flap
in the black night
an escaping howl
from the wolf pack
running, running
feel the breath on heels
the sand continues to fall
the minutes pass
hopes and prayers
do nothing
Just live
in the moment
Written by
The Fire Burns
M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)
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