Burning Forever

 

Who knows

When it all began,

Perhaps ignited

In times lost,

Left smouldering

Through the ages,

Maybe noticed,

No attention paid,

A glance, a smile,

No fire t’ill

This December day

A small flame,

Those in the know

Whispering,

Where in the hell

Did that come from,

Talk about out

Of the blue,

But you,

You knew

It had been

Burning forever.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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