
Burning
The sky burns bright blue at times
and the moon a dazzling nightmare
the sun blinding the charred flowers
enough to let them daydream of Spring
And now that Autumn has arrived
it sizzles the smouldering red leaves
that fall down like auburn rain
Molds are marking the weathered roofs,
though the sun burns through the windows
with the glass panes burning in icy lights
The raindrops on the balcony grills
burn like bubbles on boiling water
popping unabashedly to the touch of wind
My stove glared at me in anger
when I forgot why I put the empty pan
and let its feet burn for no apparent offense
Guess my thoughts are bubbling too
in my burning mind…silent and invisible
yet flaring inside unrestrained and wild –
everything’s burning as far as I can perceive
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