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Cody Rogers 2013


Yellow, orange, red, black. sparks of colour
Ignite the very essence of our breath.
Fatigue, trauma, tears, loss. screams of horror
Filling the souls of those who witness death.
Nature has no mercy; feels no sorrow,
Leaving naught but ashes in it's wake.
And i know i will wake up tomorrow,
So why do i shiver? Why do i shake?
Today is the day my life takes a turn,
Today is the day that everything burns.
Yesterday's the day I was last carefree,
With none on Earth quite so happy as me.
Happiness hidden by many guises,
Tomorrow's the day the phoenix rises.

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