Anya

anya

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FIRE

Under the brilliance of the evening skies
It’s a play worthy of sight
The embodiment of the color of fire
Dark and tantalizing strokes of crimson
A scintillating mimicry of red lava
She’s watching the sky light up like never before

With the silent ruffle of leaves nearby and far
The almost inaudible treading on dryness by scurrying creatures
She stands among everything pure and airy
Only slightly aware she’s joined by the sounds of the now dark meadow

A starry night was always her comfort
But watching blazing colors dance in between darkness
This was her new home
A place she knew her heart wanted to be
A place she could scream all she wanted and received nothing back
Her place of utter and complete euphoria

Standing in a place unknown to her kind
Somewhat wedged in between her poisonous world around
The most radiant light dancing off her lit up skin
This was her new home

The flame ignited within her incandescent soul
Stood no chance against what she saw on the outside
Breathing in the new yet fascinatingly comforting air
She puts out the scorching fire deep inside of her
Turns her back to the now darkening fiery skies
And finds her place under the fire that broke out in the firmament.
Under the brilliance of the evening skies

~ Anya A.

~ from YOUR AVERAGE PEAHEAD 

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