The Fires
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I do not mind
the summer, its heat,
but I despise the
fires.
On my walk
the statues of stone
seem so
infinite, immortal.
On my walk I
see the ash
in the streets and
downriver from
a fire that rages
far from here.
It is the part
of summer I most
dislike, the fires.
Ash falls between
my every
step.
the summer, its heat,
but I despise the
fires.
On my walk
the statues of stone
seem so
infinite, immortal.
On my walk I
see the ash
in the streets and
downriver from
a fire that rages
far from here.
It is the part
of summer I most
dislike, the fires.
Ash falls between
my every
step.
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