Thursday, February 5, 2009
Fire
A patch of darkness contaminates
The lush pasture beside.
Ashes soil the picture of nature,
When kinship has no love,
Hatred burns away
What was given from above
Clean and sterile, Fast and pure
It exists yet exists not,
Burning bright, raging hot,
A mother's devours her child,
Who would have thought.
=) she ignores me again
