a living paradox,
defying her own nature,
dancing with the wind,
her ribbons twirl.
destroying and consuming,
radiance between her open lips,
cursed to burn those
that she holds closest.
the time is right,
she takes her life,
leaving charcoal aftermath,
and evaporated tears unseen.
her life is momentary,
her legacy -- eternal.
the tip of a candle,
the wings of a phoenix.
the trees will remember
the fire and her flames.
only when the rain comes,
will they understand her pain.
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n.i.m.b.u.s.
Poetrywords that pour from the veins of the sky. a collection of joyous, soul-crushing melodies, set to the tune of the desert-seaside breeze. //#539 in Poetry [2016.07.10]
