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Apr 2021
climbing up
my clothes are ripped
the boom of thunder
but still the rain
couldn't stop the flames
the clouds are aflame
the sky is bleeding
the tree cracks
the branch has snapped
my arms release
i cannot scream
for nobody would hear
the sound
of a silent fire
Written by
Izzy W
58
   Bogdan Dragos
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