Sir J
Like a fire splinter,
Such is life.
We announce our arrival with a crack,
A thunder, a blaze, bright and
beautiful
And we fly away, lighting the darkness.
We start small and dream big
And think how wonderful things will be
when we hit the dry hay,
We enjoy the attention the campers give
us
We gleam as we see our reflection in
their eyes…
The night gets colder, then there’s no
more left of us…
We wish for that breeze to sustain our
glimmer,
To blow us away..
But nothing
The little kid steps on us,
Oh so innocent but so sudden…
The splinter turns ash
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