sparks_drifting Death of a Rose Our lives could be likened to a swift journey of the spark, rising from the campfire, borne aloft upon the fire within. Seeing the stars and all that they grasp in their light, Reaching a new height every second, Tasting the air and partaking, To finally reach the end where you wink out of breath. Or do you alight on something that will continue your insatiable need to feed? 040819 what's it to you? who go blather from