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Dec 2014
The fire burns, life-giving and warm
But I prefer the all destroying storm.
Sure fire reveals with a burning red light,
but all is hidden by a stormy grey night.
Fire breaths light into a lifeless earth
and people crowd round a nice warm hearth,
but the storm covers the tracks left in the snow
and leaves the wolf cub free to go.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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