I gazed a fire from my sill,
a fire that burned--night and
Day.
On and on, the eternal flame,
and characters came--that way.
Two Men, Two Women,
individual--yet Whole.
They passed before
The Fire--
taking flames to feed
their souls.
Each day they would come,
take some, and go--
proudly marching away.
Till one day--
only three came,
and then only two.
Then but one remained.
Great thought he seemed to think--
as he stared upon the flame.
He took a breath,
glanced--at me,
And foolishly walked away.
The Fire died that day.
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