For a while it was fine,
Ice was in the midst of the mind,
And words were flowing rivers.
The turn of a page
Brings chaos uphill,
And blaze up the raging will.
Set to fire
Did I,
Those words
That meant not a thing.
Amber and scarlet,
And pale azure.
They devoured
the spilled out ink.
In the turn of a second,
All thoughts were vanquished,
All emotions tranquilized.
If memory dislikes
the ashen face,
Let it rejuvenate,
From the embers
Of the burning book.
Ice was in the midst of the mind,
And words were flowing rivers.
The turn of a page
Brings chaos uphill,
And blaze up the raging will.
Set to fire
Did I,
Those words
That meant not a thing.
Amber and scarlet,
And pale azure.
They devoured
the spilled out ink.
In the turn of a second,
All thoughts were vanquished,
All emotions tranquilized.
If memory dislikes
the ashen face,
Let it rejuvenate,
From the embers
Of the burning book.
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