All we had time for
A wind, milling a mountainshaped mound of decomposition
after the flames eroded their will
as man tried them
for their own failure to control nature.
As the wind stops blowing, so does the image fade.
Poetry by mickeko
Written on 2026-05-21 at 15:24
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