Fire in the bin

By , birmingham, United Kingdom
Rains falls in icy sheets,
Tiny feet pattering wet on the floor.
A rusting bin stands alone,
Alien amongst the green.

Fire leaps recklessly,
Trying to escape the metal prison.
To dance with erratic gusts of wind
That unsettle the nervous trees.





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