Isn’t She lovely when She sighs in relief
and Her breath twists and twirls the leaves?
After they burned Her forests and left Her in grief,
Mother Nature can finally breathe.
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KAD
poet of gothic literature & narrative poetry | Genre-Bending & Genre-Blending | Storyteller
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