Flame

 

I crave fire not just sparks,
I want to be ignited, completely fall apart,
And be caught by arms that are matches,
To my gasoline of a heart.
I crave soul, a soul so beautiful
That i lose my self in and be newly found.
I crave that fire so much, I burn myself. 
Slowly but steadily, to keep that little spark alive.
Hoping, that little spark will finally roar into a flame.
And like a moth, a soul will come,
And my spark will turn into flame.
Devour the soul, and my soul too.
Ignite us, and we burn forever.
As an eternal flame.
Alas! Eternity is only a dream after all.

-Sanwayee Dey



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