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    The Wildfires

    She was caged
    Unaware of our dispositions
    And masked by viscous ash
    Nowhere to be found

    She vanished
    Leaving mourning yellow stains
    Creating golden showers here and there
    And the day fell silent
    Of the azure above

    No different from darkness
    And masked with gold
    I could feel a weeping phenomenon
    Behind my transparent curtains

    I could only pray for
    Our grounds to revitalize—
    Seedlings and oxygen fiddling
    With our atmosphere--
    So, soon, the distressed skies
    Will ride with the sun,
    Stars and moon.