The fire once was ignited
Rich with flames
It made smoke
Reaching the sky...
The vastness of the blue
Painted with grey patterns
Soothed the origin,
For it wasn't dead or
dormant...
Today, the ashes reigns
dry, powdery and lifeless
Gone is the golden rage
The urge to paint the blue
What remains is a 'dark, dark place'.
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