Ashes
I wrote a beautiful poem
about a perfect lady
every word carefully chosen
strung together with greatest precision
becoming my most beautiful work
And I burnt it to ashes
set on fire with a candle
flames eating every word
devouring them with careless ease
These ashes I scatter to the wind
released at the witching hour
so the midnight breeze can carry them
take them to my love
and whisper burnt words in her ear.
by,
WPHUNG (I like fire)
Send any comments to WPHUNG@aol.com
© 1999 WPHUNG
about a perfect lady
every word carefully chosen
strung together with greatest precision
becoming my most beautiful work
And I burnt it to ashes
set on fire with a candle
flames eating every word
devouring them with careless ease
These ashes I scatter to the wind
released at the witching hour
so the midnight breeze can carry them
take them to my love
and whisper burnt words in her ear.
by,
WPHUNG (I like fire)
Send any comments to WPHUNG@aol.com
© 1999 WPHUNG
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