A Burning picture
Saw a picture burning red.
Standing back, sensed trouble ahead.
Flames shooting up to skies.
Would have ran who was wise.
Scarlet shade filling my eyes.
I could hear a damsel's cries.
Her long hair when caught fire.
Then my lust stirred in desire.
So real as if I'm part of the scene.
Gallery disappeared, over the beauty I leaned.
Took a last glimpse of mine.
Her closing eyes, an absolute sign.
My heart got pierced by a knife.
Her vanishing soul sucked my life.
Scene flashed back. and the damsel had gone.
Leaving me burning, here with picture alone.
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