Burnt from a fire that doesn't glow anymore
And which will revive only in my memories
The past is ashes
Particules not yet consumed
Mere chimeras of my mind
The future is air
Inexorably aspirating the future
And fatally turning it into the past
The present is fire
Unstoppable, unavoidable
Continuous, constant
Fire
It has no definite start nor end
But it is all that we have
Now
YOU ARE READING
Fire rose
PoetryA book that hopefully will sparks your heart in fire, light a deep passion inside of your chest, burning red hot and wanting for more, leaving you longing. A book full of stories so deep you could drown in it, bewitching your mind and soul, robbing...
