Fire

Tue, 06/17/2014 - 23:51 -- bds33

The Fire

Burns to the touch

Cannot be contained

In the cold

The smokes resides

In June and July

And August retained

The fire remains

Untouched, detached,

And unrelaxed

Heat consists in lack of heat

cold confined in cold

the light we reach

Is no savior

Combustion is

The only favor

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