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“The trees are mad silhouettes against the rouge pink sky; perhaps they too need emptying.” – A pocketful of maybes.
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Burned blackened tree limbs reach up for relief
Scorched grounds surround them
No nourishment for recovery
They beseech the red threat to stop its callousness
While overhead pink skies quietly mourn earth’s loss.
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This is absolutely stellar writing, Cheryl 🙂 I especially resonate with; “pink skies quietly mourn earth’s loss.” .. I wonder if mankind will ever pay heed to the signs of nature. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝💝
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Thank you for visiting☺️
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I am thoroughly impressed with the depth of your poem …. in so few words. Great job!!
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Thank you fir reading!
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You capture well the tragedy of the current catastrophe we are witnessing.
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Thank you, it is sad
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Wow, Cheryl – you chose a very dark palette! Well done!
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David
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Thanks for commenting!
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thanks for sharing such beautiful poetry ❤
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Devastatingly sad, Cheryl.
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Yes
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I see the result of wildfires.
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Nice one sharyl! ❤ ❤
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I’m not sure I did this correctly.
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