An era beyond
Your visit to see me
Mind played.
I like it
Bought for me
In the same red dress
My eyes sparkled.
broke up
Error of time
Unable to edit
in your tears
Stained
My longings.
So many injuries
Even after watching
In my longings
I forgot
Your mistakes
You stacked yourself
I have dissolved.
Don't give flowers
A different kind of love
We laughed to ourselves
First time today
So many flowers
in your hands
He finished crying
After peace
It came into your hands
A handful of soil.
once again
opens and looks
Frozen
The eyes of my dead body.
Finally one time
Check it out and send it
Awaiting dissolution
my life...
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FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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This was so poignantly beautiful. Loved your poem!