Smoke rises up | from the fire
Made in skill and care,
A fool burns | all around him
Leaving nothing behind
(Long burn the embers)
Smoke rises up | from the fire
Made in skill and care,
A fool burns | all around him
Leaving nothing behind
(Long burn the embers)
Today your poetry sounds very familiar to me, something like an echo of my particular experiment of this day… Something is burning, crashing, floatting deep in my heart. Thank you Sarenth =)
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I am glad that you are hearing echoes in your own life. Thank you for reading; I wish you well in the experiment!
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