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who cares for the woods anymore
the streams now browned
the sunlight streaming down
unfeeding those that reach for it

who cares about the fires
drying up the mire
giving no more life
the price of taking too much else

who now yearns for life
when even breath is undrawn
when toil is only to survive till dawn
no longer to live
who then keeps such hope alive?


©Abigail Siegel, 2020

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