Rescue
We had lost in the fire all our hope for salvation
Had left them burning, slowly, sickly, on the banks
Watched them dissolve into ash, black and weak
While we scattered this way and that way
Clutching to life rafts that were sinking
Spilling out dreams and desires into the river
Polluting the blue with bleak and grey
As the current
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beautiful, as always. *happy sigh*
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