there really is something to
be said, for your habit
of burning bridges
and so you justify it, to look
for some kind of warmth
I'm not sure I know
there is no more to be said
about the feeling I get
from burning forests
To watch the smoke rise and fall and then
then slowly the verdancy returns
it's a patient game
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Poesía Verde
PoetryFair warning, much of my poetry may feature dark themes. critique/criticism welcome and encouraged. Thank you.
