orgami's Diaryland
Diary
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impact
through the woods is stillness
and dusk lights up the tall
reach of the forest
the tops bare and scarred
are on fire
a cold angry orange
leaning crumpled in the wreckage
a bone whiter then the snow
juts out making a clean
tear in the expensive boot cut
jeans small flames are devouring
the blackness twisted
rising like the steam
up to where the sunlight
is fleeing
night deep like an orchid
reachs up black smoke like magic
begins to dance
10:05 p.m. - 2010-09-03
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