If liberty could be a statue holding a torch sans a flame. If lasting wishes could be made upon fleeting moments like shooting stars, or dandelions in the wind. Then you could be a disaster I can survive, and grow through. Oxymorons, you and I. Moron, I. Move on, I can't. Tried a writing prompt. Words: Statue, Fleeting, Disaster... Give it a try and tag me there. #writingprompts #napowrimo #napowrimo2021