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A brisk cool wind flows,
As the ground begins to bleed,
Fire plunging depths,
Elemental need.
The heady scent of carnage,
Earth darkens to ash,
Puffs of currents charge,
Tidal waves commence their lash.
Molten rage eases,
Air begins to cool,
Charred remains to blow away,
Elemental pool.
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Rachael MacDonald
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
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