Spark

Spark

By Kira A. Moore

Ogneni5

Midnight dances

In orange embrace,

Tongues speak

With voiceless anger,

Spirits rise,

Then flare,

And die.

Within night’s

Cold embrace,

Life exemplified,

Between Heaven and Hell.

Spirits rise,

Then flare,

And die.

Tomorrow’s promise,

Within your eyes,

Passions flame,

Is there perfected.

Spirits rise,

Then flare,

And die.

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