I am the Fire. I am the Earth.

Inside


Leaning on glass I hear

Softly tapping rain

 

Sitting alone I make

Folding wishing cranes

 

Looking outside I see

Burning falling leaves

 

Thinking out loud I feel

Like running far away



In My Hundred Days of Burning Leaves, I write to rediscover what it means to live in the fire of loss.

-herdragonandram

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