These burdened eys
That saw the fire,
They see no more,
Now burnt and tired.
It lay in ruin,
My ashy waste,
This time, this life,
The fiery lace.
But look!
Charred wood shines in the light
And what a sad joke
To one without sight.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
These burdened eys
That saw the fire,
They see no more,
Now burnt and tired.
It lay in ruin,
My ashy waste,
This time, this life,
The fiery lace.
But look!
Charred wood shines in the light
And what a sad joke
To one without sight.
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