The smoke,
It’s billowing above me.
My world on fire.
The heat singing my soul;
Choking the tears I cry.
The flames consume and destroy,
Leaving only death and decay.
But somehow there is hope,
And as time passes life will regrow.
It will be okay…
…Hopefully.
Written by Alexandrina Seager
Art by Sonia Zanatta
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