Wednesday, January 19, 2011


A handful sugar in my pot
White sand of sweetness
Like diamond and marble bits
Innocence in its shine

Golden caramel in my pot
Melting hot spreading its scent,
Of the sweet sugar days
And fumes of white past

Fire burning my pot
Into black and dark
Spreading fumes 
Burnt sweetness 

Fire is out and sugar
No caramel and sweetness
Black fumes ash scent
No spark no shine

All ashes and dark now
Once white and sweet
Without a bright past
Never a dark day


Flames of life will burn
Even the sweetest
Ashes is the end
And the beginning

Funeral and fumes
Innocence and its smile
Ashes and carbon
Sugar and its caramel
           -Kris 

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