In my childhood
I played with fire!
Now I play
with matches:
Sticks without embers
that burn with hot remembers
inflaming logic without reasons
for the
Treason; treason,
falling by the seasons
like a burning white hot snow.
and realizing:
That the more
That I discover
The less there is
To know.
Copyright © 2013 by John Russell; all rights reserved. No reproduction allowed in any manner whatsoever without permission.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC
In my childhood
I played with fire!
Now I play
with matches:
Sticks without embers
that burn with hot remembers
inflaming logic without reasons
for the
Treason; treason,
falling by the seasons
like a burning white hot snow.
and realizing:
That the more
That I discover
The less there is
To know.
Copyright © 2013 by John Russell; all rights reserved. No reproduction allowed in any manner whatsoever without permission.
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