Molten iron heart,
Strong enough to bear us all,
Earth is what grounds us.
Taking any shape,
Shallow ponds and oceans deep,
Water brings us life.
Gentle breeze or squall,
Taking our dreams to new heights,
Air can move the world.
Through its roaring flame,
Ashes fertilize new blooms,
Fire grants rebirth.
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravenabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
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