the earth is scorched
and the smoke of former times
flavours the charred forests
deciduous decay
evergreen grey
yet still the robin sings.
no lovers lay together
what kisses that remained
wait for the fires to pass
passions burned
desires upturned
yet still the robin sings.
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Beautifully penned ❤
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