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Feathered Flame

by Travis Baez about a month ago in sad poetry
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I sat atop a feathered flame,

With nothing but my cooling name,

Wreathed in blazing ashes,

Cloaked in pain.

Drifting on nameless winds,

Drifting on pain and sin,

In feelings of you I binge,

Floating along summer night winds,

Where chaos ends,

We can mend and love begins.

I look over the searing crest,

In my pulse, I did my best,

Bathing in moonlight, the leaf begins descent,

I begin my final rest.

I close my eyes to drown the pain,

Wreathed in cooling ashes.

With nothing but the echo of your name,

I sat atop a feathered flame.

sad poetry

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Travis Baez

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