Lost in the woods alone I stand
With night sky overhead
Not so far away a river streams
With water of bloody red
The birds are quiet or may be dead
The trees are spitting fire
The bugs they bite my legs and hands
In this flaming empire
Fail I do to understand
The cause for hollow screams
The winds they seem to never tire
To ridicule my dreams
lovely!
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I love it ! Great work!
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Thank you
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You’re welcome!
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Take care, my friend. And have a nice day
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You too!
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Gr8…
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Thank you
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Great
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Thanks
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It is a wonderful way of telling people about big human issues! Thank you for sharing!
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Welcome
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Brilliant
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Thank you
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Simply stunning… Love the visual imagery
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Thank you
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I had to read this twice. This is so good, the last line ‘to ridicule my dreams’ really shook me. Your poems are so riveting.
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Thank you so much
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Loved this!!!!
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Thank you
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Your welcome!
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I love the imagery that this offers. It’s like a manifestation of anxieties.
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True. Thanks
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captures the mood of human disconnected from nature
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Enjoyed this Frank. We are well and truly in forest fire season here with much anxiety around my home province.
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Oh thanks
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Engulfing!
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Thank you
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Great…!
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Thank you
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