Why?
Because this world is passing words,
Ones which I can no longer form,
And you are the poem
Why?
Because I see your faces in every place, in the trees, in the breeze
your screams in every sound, and grief in every tear
Why?
Because you dare to be planted in the same earth you grew from
Because fire spreads.
Burnt wood breaks.
Timber scorches the earth as yo…
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