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Of Once Was
shadows of mountains
reflecting on a still lake
a strong wind blows in
continuous whitecaps drift
rows of ripples fade near shore
falls soon arrival
turned mountains brown and naked
trees in skeleton
hold nests with broken eggshells
that echo through the forest
heat related torch
wildfires engulf the mountains
killing everything
extinguished ashes remain
the residue of once was
Copyright ©
Charles Messina
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