Sleeping on the Ashes

The sky seems so calm tonight,
Kids play their usual games,
Adults continue yesterday's conversation,
Noise is somehow bearable.

The evening breeze changes direction,
Tranquility passes by without notice,
There are hidden tears,
But chaos is mute.

Every glance pierces,
Scared faces pour,
Silence becomes alarming,
Everyone wishes it to end.

Tonight is not the usual night,
It's burning,
But it would end soon,
It must.

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There was a big fire near the office. There were sad faces along the highway.
It's 19 days before Christmas. And I hate to see those sullen eyes. I feel helpless.