~Far for Fire~
Too far for fire, too slow to change
No pitter patter, or flow desire
A woodpecks tap on sweetness fine
A grain of sand beneath the pine
Not auburn hair in candles glow
Or sharp abandon struck below
A greying path beneath my feet
The raindrops I will always keep
The distance...
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