Day 9: “Embers”


birthed in light and smoke

ardent and young to take

a first glance at the world

with eyes flickering across horizons;

bouncing from cloud to crown–

what roaring beauty to behold.

not yet tainted by fuel and fire

they cling to hope

darting in orange flickers

to make their escape

from innocent gaps in vision

unveiling feared divergence.

etched into sunsets:

burning cities

if their gaze would long to hold

but lights burn out

before the chance to crawl

on battered grounds.


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