After sunset we put up walls,
check wires, replace fodder, light candles,
wait for the burst of ignition, chant to spirits
oh, lovely flames surround us
with your heat and light
protect us from virus through the night
At dawn, we sweep burnt shells of insects,
and sadly bury skeletons of stray animals
seeking safety, too.
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Dear Poeter, Every moment in
Dear Poeter, Every moment in life is just carrying a sense of race incomprehensible with fear. In a world where the grammars of each vary, the mind struggles with certain thoughts beyond philosophies. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations
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