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The smoke rises in whispy lines
Patterns making no sense

The flames burn with bright colours
Kissing and demolishing what it touches

Ash floats in the sky above
Dancing its way to the ground

Crackling, crashing and crumbling sounds
Echoing in the silent vally of my head

These are the sounds of the playground burning
Where my memories burn with them



Am I ashamed to cry these tears
As they try to extinguish the flames?

No.

I am strong, these flames can't damage me
They take my memories, burn them to my skin

The smoke envelopes me in silence
A comforting thing

The flames lick my clothes, hair and body
They embrace my delicate soul

The crumbling, crashing, crakling noises are my pillow
As I lay here to rest



Heaven is bright they say
But the light is far better

The heavens pour open for me
The flames carry me to the gates

A new sound enters my ears
Singing yet not singing

A new emotion touches me
No bliss, happiness or calm can compare

This is my new home
This is truely my afterlife