A fire burning feeding on black threads Sown into eyelids of all the corners Consuming time It is to breathe the slit air you cut with your hand through a window To look for words and finding them elsewhere elucidating in the fire pit Glowing when not a void appear Dispersed spreading like a wildfire Burning ends but it does not end it is time What is time to a fire? Someone once said "Grief suits you" Then thankful for Your gift to dress me up I wear you like a jewel with pride
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