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| WINTER BONES |
Stripped to bone, charred stems
whisper softly through mist’s veil,
whisper softly through mist’s veil,
Earth and root slip their bond
while scarred landscapes groan
An owl calls from naked limb,
now burnt taper spent
Her anthem silent, sings across the night
A hymn sung
of fire’s unforgiving blight

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