Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Burn

The flames shot higher.as the fire roared the smoke billowing all around. Wailing people looked up to the sky and asked why as tears made lines down their dirty cheeks. Children huddled together on the ashy ground wondering what they would do now. Homes were broken and dreams were torn. But one thing remained. Hope. It was the spark on every persons tongue. The reason they could smile through the pain. Above everything else they knew that all of this was temporary they would go to their home in the sky. Some sooner than others on that day

I wrote this when I went to my grandparents burned down house in colorado...

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