Embers
Written in 1983.
Shiny orange
turns to gray.
Starts from black,
some other way.
Brings a light,
so bright,
so dull.
Shines of warmth
that is so cold.
Are you Fire?
Are you Ice?
Or just an ember
of the past?
Written in 1983.
Shiny orange
turns to gray.
Starts from black,
some other way.
Brings a light,
so bright,
so dull.
Shines of warmth
that is so cold.
Are you Fire?
Are you Ice?
Or just an ember
of the past?
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