Head south

Sometimes you have to
Follow the road where it goes
In order to know

What lies beyond twists and turns
On the emergent seashore

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Holy fire 🔥🙏🔥


My eyes turn
To the ominous sky
As a plane drops
Out of sight

Wind whips tendrils
Against my face
Swirling thoughts
Fallen from grace

Birds flocking north
On erratic flights
Clouds of smoke
Rain, ashes white

Red is the sun
Blazing a trail of heat
Stamping out life
We desperately need

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