Burning down to the soul. 

Imaging a a world of hate. 

The feeling of love gone. 

The touching of fingers gone! 

End as the world goes to sleep. 

Run somewhere not gone black. 

Still there is hope. 

Where flowers bloom-

Endlessly in the light

Elasticly towards the sky. 

The world reborn again. 

The End

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