It’s not rain
Fire erupts furiously
A roar of thunderous anger
Followed by a rush of garishly smoke
A message released in desperation
Begging for acknowledgement
Only to dissipate
To vanish
To float past heaven
As the sounds and smells become part of the world
It is exposed
Seen to death
The final act
A lone and solemn drop
Emerges
Subtly slipping past sight
Falling...
Friday 3rd July 2015 4:01 am
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