Title: Leaving the cycle

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Poem

Instructions


The flame is dying, as I sigh.
The lilac blooms, and the poppies die.
The ant scurries to build a nest.
Life starts for some, but I got to rest.

 

Is the flame of faith which illumines.


The flame ebbs and flows without a sound.


And a flame spreads along its rim.


The flame of love; you do not see me.


The flame is dying, and i.


None of the above



The air as of a fourth of July.


The air, and he to me: “if thou wilt have me try.


The air of may on my skin. oh, compare the joy of july.


The air as at noon-tide in july.


Is a lone wolf, who knows no air, or why.


None of the above



I've lived, and liv'd, with men who live and die.


The lilac blooms, and the poppies die.


That i should die.


And he to me: “if thou for such cause do die.


The last whose ashes clotted with blood did die.


None of the above



I go to the cemetery and lay them to rest.


The grass lays down a mat, and the ants come.


The ants move in, and the wasps swarm.


The sun is blinded by the horizon.


The ant scurries to build a nest.


None of the above