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Dec 2018
I sit alone in the crowded forest
Mellow golds and burning red
The trees burn, silent and smokeless,
Without a scream or a cry

I sit alone in the crowded forest
The scorched oak gives way to storm
Its branches broke and leaves bleeding
And the willow whispers its weeping

I sit alone in the crowded forest
At once a cacophony of birds
Erupt like ash from the flaming boughs
The earth quivers beneath the coals

I sit alone in the crowded forest
Each smoldering leaf a warming comfort
My ignited heart finds peace at last
As I sit alone in the crowded forest
Written by
EMD
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   Fawn
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