Sunday, April 10, 2011


Flames abound with reason unknown,
Reaching for life to spark new thoughts.
Every glimmer brings meaning,
Each burn shows the truth.
As time moves on the torch may whither,
Before it dwindles, it will grow to show all might.
With power displayed at true force the end will come,
As strength repeals new form will be born.
The next cycle may be the right one,
The next cycle may be the last one.

"Lithobates pipiens"

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