Friday, September 19, 2008


A lighter gone dry
The flint is fatigued
Click click..
The flame cant be seen
He tries to catch
A drop of the flame
Cupped tight in his palms
The flame flutters
It doesn't singe
If let free..
It would rather sing
In fear of douzing it
The boy wont let go
But little does he know
The fire cant fly 

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