Far away in the moon light,
Faintly, could you see
A flicker of a fire
In midst of everything.
Dimly lit, it stood there.
Dying slowly down;
Flooded in such colors
As the break of dawn.
How far way it seemed,
Fairly close 'twas it;
As it slowly faded;
leaving naught but soot. written by Evelyn Creon
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