Morning Burns…

July 8, 2010

Morning burns
a death-colored flavor of famous…

tales and stories…
born of flower-trapped tears…

full-grown only
after generations of years…

Evening burns
the mind-etched memory, ends thus,

A sky of waning fire.
Wrought of furnaced ire.

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