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Jun 2021
the burnt forest
of time, we climbed
to watch dusk -
to become dust.
the old path
that stretches on forever
(that follows the wind)
over the horizon-
i can see him walking
there now, smiling
in a golden blaze
An ode to me father who was full of wonder and adventure.  A poem about a time we watched the sunset in a burnt forest on a mountain top.
Andrew
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