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Nov 2016
Upon dread and dried soil,
It rained ashes
Every particle swirling in misty
Fogs of hellfire
Sun a burning orb enshrouded
Blazing salmon and sunrise
Stripped and blackened umber
I stood in the falling fractals
As my membranes scorched of smoke
Veiled, ****** light reflecting through the ash
Situated, if only briefly
A particular kind of
Doomed beauty.
Evacuated in the middle of the East Coast wildfires, this poem inspired from my experience in the burning woods.
Little Wren
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Little Wren  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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