Friday, August 7, 2015

Countdown ends at nine



Oh, but could those shadows speak,
About the wind, so fiery hot,
A weapon, sadly, not unique.
We now know what can be wrought.
And though some would like to forget,
It's history. Remember we must.
Even with that, it's a fun set.
Flashes to ashes, bust to dust.

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