the flames curl
and grab at the letter,
tasting and devouring the message
licking the edges,
turning them in to a thin crisp.
the scarlet color drowns out
into a deep blue
turning crimson,
then drowning out at the last second.
the note is devoured,
left only the crumbs
and the message is no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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