Echo

For my few followers and ‘likers’

 

Stranded on the remote

Straying aimlessly

Strangers unseen

 

Ignite the woods

Wispy smoke exhales

Great isolator suffocates

 

No brown except the woods

 

But O, at the far end of the open

Beckoning smoke summons

Introducing commons

 

On-off sparks may be small effort

But great comfort

 

 

 

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