Spark

A by Vertigo

Every spark that flies from blue flames in wreaths of gold...I could get lost in a fire, surrounded by nothing and everything without a sound or thought of an ever-changing world until the ashes fall slowly and I am nothing more...

© 2009 Vertigo

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Glen Yumang Manese

This reads much like life... a spark and the embodiment of it all... the idea that you can get lost in your own destiny.. and in the end you are what you came from nothing... the ashes...

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on July 31, 2009

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Vertigo

Lithia Springs, GA

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My work...does have personal meaning, however in poetry it's about how it makes you feel or how it speaks to you... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------.. more..