A Memory Of Fire

Around me

Feathers

Fall

.

The sky

Is dying

And the air is brown

.

At the twilight

Of my world

The sky is

The Kansas of Dorothy

Where yesterday

Is stuck on the other side

Of the rainbow

And all there is

Is dusty brown

.

The very air

Is a tornado

To a time in my past

When I was a child

And the whole sky

Was grey

And the air carried

Those feathers

Of gentle white

But now is now

Now is flight

.

I must escape

I must once again

Leave this twilight

This world’s end

And fly

On my feathers

Over the rainbow

Leaving my fears

Behind

To burn in flames

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