A loaded barrel awaits.
Sitting, waiting to be released.
The hunger inside to be seen inside, aches.
What's really there, wrongly perceived.
In the shell lies beauty and grace.
A fuse for passion waiting to be ignited.
Moments, I see the greatest beauty. Then it's gone without a trace.
Disappeared through the smoke. waiting for a new flash to be sighted.
I long for this fuse to be lit.
shell falls, spirit burning so bright! so delighted.
One night, this beauty will fill the sky. every bit.
I envy the torch that sets a flame to it.
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