MILEAGE
Fire smolders
smoke rises creating a haze
across the sun
The ashes speak
louder than most can hear
yet clearly to some
The still burn
their black skin hiding
red flames underneath
They are blown like pollen
through the air
the wind decides their destination
they will never live again
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© Doghaus
30 November 2017
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