of escape.

a crisp morning breeze
carries the smell of burning timber.
silence and tranquility
affirm the success of my escape.
but in the stillness,
while a cautious smile grows,
reluctant to celebrate,
yet full of hope,
a dreadful friend returns.

a crisp morning breeze
carries the smell of burning dreams.
amidst the beauty
comes the realization that there is no escape.