finnur1996Jan 23, 20221 min read‘The ending of a forest fire’There in the burnt and churning turfI see the remnants fire;I see their threatening of the earthCool blithely and expire.The stipples on the embers fade,The great components tire.Was this way the woods were made,In blaze and in living fire?
There in the burnt and churning turfI see the remnants fire;I see their threatening of the earthCool blithely and expire.The stipples on the embers fade,The great components tire.Was this way the woods were made,In blaze and in living fire?
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