House Fire
By Spoot
A trail of smoke, a child's dream, float away upon the wind. The orange flames lick, the ashes dance, so many hopes to mend. A house consumed, and more, a home, with memories within. And here you are, safe at home, enjoying time with kin. Think of those people, outside, alone, who's dreams have been erased. Forever lost, nobody's care, gone without a trace.Ah, yes... I know the fourth section lacks something. Written September 16th, 2001 © on Sep 16 2001 02:53 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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