Match sticks

A spark I chose to ignore,
the day it came, I knew it was to stay
for evermore.
The reason I hold back the tears,
that stain my cheeks
like blood does a woman for years.
A hope I deny to I see,
a rainbow I can’t fathom to foresee,
for those colors I shall never be.
In the distance,
the flower that were once mine, falls
with such resistance
I climb the hill that they call life.
Over seas and empty bridges,
not a wind to be seen
slipping over the cliff’s edge,
A panache I failed to be.

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Burning in the distance
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