Pyre of dead dandelions

The days are in somber
Like a forest fire,
Pyres built in seconds
And souls wither like dry dandelions...

Fire is the only blaze i could see now,
Breaths just slip off,
Like a firestorm
Aghast to witness my turn!

Fresh dandelions were dancing yesterday
Never ever a breach built to protect,
All these days passed numb,
They will sway dead tonight!

Though the pyre prays for the death,
Men pray for the life,
Void is loud,
With betrayal, blames and dread!

Pokes of dry dandelions are way back,
I can see it in my sleepless nights,
Hide yourself in a pyre
Or why witness the wild dandelions kill you!

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