Written 16th August, 2026 for Lento Soup Poetry Contest sponsored by Charles Messina
Grieves the dirt beneath the leaves, Leaves of smoke the forest grieves. Dark the ash on iron bark, Bark the shadows in the dark. Bone, whispers the wind against the stone, Stone the earth that strips the bone. Deep the branches sink to sleep, Sleep the silence buried deep.
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