Once upon a tale, I recall

A freedom

A fire

The flames ignited by a smokers mistake

A little girl unwatched, picks up an ash created by you

She burns her fingers, and fills the evening with tears

You watched,

You wondered,

You worried.

Still neglecting your mistake

More fire erupts, more faces are awash with tears, there’s more sadness

The circle reminds me of a time when my heart bled

And the bitterness, like rain, touched everyone I came across

I had no idea

And I spread my pain

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