Poetry Sample

A spark floats from the dying fire,
the tiniest phoenix rising
from the would-be ashes.
Years pass in the time it takes
to clear the hovering smoke
and take to the wind.

Finally, it drifts away
becoming nothing more
than vaporous memory.
The silence between us warps
morphing into a monster
neither of us can tame.

The beast is one of burden
a packhorse overloaded
with the weight of our love.
A love so deep and fiery
the gravity draws us down
into a molten core.

And we burn there, burn to ash
Until only a spark remains
dying in the wind.

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