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A Moth In The Flame

Idealism is one glorious
iridescent flame-
a magnet to young blood
swathe in innocence. How
with our simplicity,
our winged resistance-
singed and burned. Died
 
until our ashes will mix
in the wick, obliterated
by mediocrity and irrelevance.
Our lives wasted and fading
to wisps of smoke-
in a country where poverty is
a usual sight. Everyday
 
like cockroaches,
we swarmed the sewers of society
and its livid pavement. Of placards-
waving [...]

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Aurora Borealis

There is dancing.
A night in an icy land.
They are spirits-
ancestors of high realms-
gathering, around
ceremonial sun flares.
 
Green luminous rings
of star trails,
forming foxfire
and fire dragons, whisking
into atmosphere
their celestial tails.
 
Shimmering filament-
in the vast firmament.
Iridescent signs.
Streaks of neon,
a surreal reflection
into the strange horizon.
 
I danced phenomena-
To the mystery
of the northern lights.
Warping time
Of years beyond
your polar shadow.

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