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::Melted Patterns::
Fire burns
But do know this
Charred ashes
The wind they kiss
When all is lost
There's nothing left
You feel helpless
The hell of theft
When you think it's over
What's done is done
A weight on your shoulders
That weighs a ton
Is lifted as simply
As a pillow of air
Floating abroad
To everywhere
The substance has changed
No longer a solid
Though it is painful
Like wounds being salted
Nothing has ended
Or truly gone away
It's changed and moved
To a secret hideaway
In your mind
Are the memories left
Not tiny or small
Or even compressed
They are vivid and real
Permanantly marked
Within the creases
Remains that spark
Tangible? No..
But clear as a bell
Picture perfect
Inside they dwell
Reading this I felt I was
Reading this I felt I was suddenly transported into a dream, or a book. Where everything doesn't have to make sense yet it makes perfect sense.
I am sorry if that made no sense.
Love,
LovingLovelace
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.
Thank You!
Such lovely feedback! I love it! Dreamlike? Yes, I agree. My inspiration came from a recent fire, where many material things were lost. My family, as well as myself, needed to be reminded that 'things' are replaceable. That some things much more precious, could not be replaced. And that the memories you hold onto, are more valuable than any tangible thing. Thank you so much for the feedback, it makes me so happy. It is always welcomed, and very inspiring for me. So again, Thank you! =)