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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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