Where fire unfolds like flowers bright,
While fireflies do colorize a field of hay
To keep the night's cold sentence at bay.
The spidering blaze and ruby flash
Drums while golden streamers crash.
The gorgeous fall of the deep blue boom
Will all be but silence soon.
I wonder if I've made some mistake
To watch it all reflect from the lake,
Where embers go to sizzle out.
They have no warmth or comfort now.
Why life bids slow for me to go,
I raise no flags, I will never know.
The hollow sky makes quite a din,
Where questions end and eyes grow dim.
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