6:34am and i see the horizon on fire
so beautiful that
i walk east to burn into the wildfire
crunching leaves under my bare feet
racing with the sun down this deserted ally
the flare spreads all across the east
but it still freezes my bones spreading goosebumps down my spine
738 seconds pass and the fire loses
dissolving into the deep blue
it's blue but somehow it's warm
YOU ARE READING
the flavour of air
Poésiei fell into the beauty of the most dangerous weapons; words
