On Burning Homelands

by The Princess   Aug 21, 2014


He told me once
of how he thought lands
were phoenixes,

as he toyed with a lighter
and the edge of one
worn, dog-eared map.

Tonight, we take matches
to countries, till we singe
our fingers.

Tonight,
we'll take matchsticks to countries
and dream..

of a new home.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Brittany Klein

    Amazing! it is like im reading from a book!!!!

  • 10 years ago

    by Daizia

    Wow this is so powerful. It's laced with so much emotion and imagery that it really speaks volumes. It took my breath away.