We bite the dust every morning,
spitting gray powder, like desperados.
Firebirds nosedive in forewarning,
perverting the trees into hell’s tornadoes.
We taste sooted smog on our tacky tongues,
dragging all our shadows of remorse.
Finding no habitat for our wheezing lungs,
we long for the rain’s fecund watercourse.
We find Death Valley spreading like a contagion,
and dodge parched patches, bruised and baked by sol.
So delirious our meandering, we know not our region,
our infernal night camps reek of cinder and wood coal.
We chant, not knowing the meaning of an arcane lyric,
unsure how to summon the recondite eidolon of Seth.
As city shells smolder, all chronic hearts await some mantic.
Surely hell will freeze over, so we wait with bated breath.
Stove is a device used for heating or
cooking food.
There are wood, coal, electric and
gas stoves.
Oven is a part of the stove used for
baking cakes and other recipes.
Stofa is an old english word used
in the antiquity.
The first stoves were used in Rome.
Modern stoves has a glass top.
Stoves come in many sizes and colors.
An appliance that has been very beneficial
to modern kitchens.
As Dawn cracks over the horizon
The small crescent moon takes a bow
Greeting her was a delight
For she paints silver in his hair
The moon was hardly visible
Painted the same shade of blue
That the sky chose as a cloak
On this morning of early dew
The cloak of blue had a trail of mist
That shrouded the hills and vales
A misty blue to silver gray
That was light and very airy still
The birds enjoy the cloak
That fanned the air with damp
Cooling mist of the night
But soon the sun put on another
Cloak as she became much brighter
With her dress of brilliant red
That she wore to grace our summer's day
A cloak as colored as poinsettias' tips
On a gray December day
This means that the sun
Will bring heat with her as hot as
A fiery oak wood coal
And the cool of the morn
Will go as the summer's sun
Has bid us a warm hello
The moon with his silver hair
Disappearing into night
To another land so swiftly
Did he go to bring it a high tide
While ours will go very low
The sun rose cloaked in red
Bringing her heated stove
She will bake and cook some bread
Heating the south as across the sky goes
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