Time, ticking slowly by
Houses burn in a cascade of piety
moments passing obstuctedby the glare of distraction,
hope pulled through the shadowscaked with dust.
A stranger walks, head hung low.
treading carelessly through the ashes of a world
where he has lived without anyone knowing.
he catches the last speck of light as the sungoes out.
Now everyone can share his dark.
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