Into the Night . . .

 

Forced to leave my beloved home
Flames licking at my heels
No time to think
I flee into the night

Thoughts enter my mind
The photos
The paintings
The antique table
Tears cloud my eyes

What would remain
I do not know
days pass

I return at last
A chimney here
a column there
a random patch of green grass
Soot covers relics here and there
all that remains of my past

A new beginning will arise
one day, one step at a time
I will rebuild . . .

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