The Gale
rages through the valley.
uprooting the flowers.
the primroses.
a path of destruction.
guides the rocks downhill,
smothering,
crushing screams.
fans,
provokes the flames,
until they shoot sky-high.
blows up the ashes,
trying to recreate the people,
only to bring back the scent of the dead.
twisting round the burning building,
hoping to find an escape for the Mockingjay's embers,
in the end the flames just move faster,
swallowing up the strawberry memories.
blows this way and that,
never staying,
ever moving.
seeks to bury the past in dust,
struggles to race away from the time before,
only to be,
uncovering everyone's painstakingly hidden memoirs.
can't stop going.
can't be controlled.
can't end.
AN: For Gale