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To make sense of the suffering…

  • brucepressler
  • Jan 13, 2025
  • 1 min read

Flames lick at the sky,

Ashes drift on restless winds,

Despair's bitter breath.


Fire’s fierce embrace roars,

City lights dimmed by the blaze,

Hope in shadows glows.


Through smoke, light will break,

Hearts unite in strength and hope,

New life will emerge.

 
 

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