Becoming trude from the ruins Poet Etheree

Between Flame and Stream

Gust
Slow wind
Tortoise walks
Never reaching
Owls howl, night falls
Shells protect but kill too
Roots deep, not brittle
Wildfire burns within me
River flows without future
Yet it keeps on moving, flowing
Yet it keeps on moving, flowing
Raindrops fall knowing fate
Still they come, soft and fierce
Foxes mark the night’s edge
Silent, cold and waiting
Life and death entwined
Hope flickers on
Wind and fire
Fight on
Alive

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