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Burnt Orange

Day 67/365

By Ellie HoovsPublished 11 months ago Updated 11 months ago 1 min read
Burnt Orange
Photo by Kevin Doran on Unsplash

a spark

crackling

in the growing dark

the tiniest fleck

of dying light

that got herself

out

of the raging fire

soaring

freely

in the breeze

she melts

into the orange sky

what's left of

a flame

and heaven

become one

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About the Creator

Ellie Hoovs

Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.

My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb

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  • sleepy drafts11 months ago

    I love that last line, Ellie. Profound.

  • Nice work. I enjoyed this very much. Keep up the good work!!!

  • Test11 months ago

    The essence of life and nature is painted in an incredibly captivating poetic way through the image of the spark that disappears into the darkness and merges with the orange sky. Freedom, transformation, with a talented and thrilling poetic exploration of fire and existence.

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