At last the forest burns for me Fire marches through the trees Black to cover gardens green As autumn sought to turn the leaves Ash and willow sent to sleep Forced by the wind that follows me Across the pitted trail blazed Roots and bark like blisters raised Soil expell the forests veins They greet the air and beg for rain Ash and hazel; hemlock willow Sent to sleep in cinder Ash and hazel; hemlock willow
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