After the Burning

I am the red wax rose after the melting

I am the blackened wick

There is no light left

No warmth

I am the last puff of breath

Stirring these ashes

Now, even the smoke is still.

Posted by Darlyn Finch on Saturday, December 16th, 2006 at 1:59 am and is filed under Writings. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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