Strolling beneath the fiery willows
a shattered smile a broken heart.
Her tears fall like broken glass.
A plastic knife a dripping dart.
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And there you sit
dumbfounded and smoldering
your eyes running from the smoke.
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They won’t get far the flames are fast.
A startled cough a hurried choke.
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You can only stare as she struggles on,
writhing, kicking, in her fire.
The napalm flames serenade her,
with callous screams, they’ll never tire.
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And yet you pray, you wish.
You bargain, you plead
for the heavens to cry.
To weep, to bleed.
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With a desperate scream of hope,
you charge, you run,
you rush, you race
for her ashen dress,
her beautiful face.
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You finally reach her,
breathing heavily,
there you stand,
and carefully with
a trembling hand,
you douse the flames,
in a wave of relief
that tumbles, crashes
and finally peaks…
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In a crescendo of feeling,
blanketed in ash
that gathers, collects,
at your feet in a clash
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As the tears of two
stream from your eyes,
wash the dust,
a lover’s demise.
