A spark
amongst sparks
That is all that we are
Some lighting candles
Others cigars
Or petrol soaked rags
Stuffed in a bottle
And flung at the enemy
At full throttle
Another lights the furnace
That warms the home
And everyone within
Not the garden gnome
We sparks.
Sparkling
But for and instant
And then ...
An all consuming
Black.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 6:52 AM UTC
A spark
amongst sparks
That is all that we are
Some lighting candles
Others cigars
Or petrol soaked rags
Stuffed in a bottle
And flung at the enemy
At full throttle
Another lights the furnace
That warms the home
And everyone within
Not the garden gnome
We sparks.
Sparkling
But for and instant
And then ...
An all consuming
Black.
