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Fire
Fire shrouded the city
streaking and flashing
leaving ashes for mourning
and tears in destruction
its own holy cleansing
confusion swept through the day
as the charred remains obscured
even the sun
they've never prayed for rain
never for rain
even when elongated days
filled with their heat and monotony
seemed neverending
now rain is release
last hope for the god they never saw
but still believed
a cracked hand reaches deep into the earth
to feel that last root
which holds the key
to rebirth
rebirth from a mere child
who will see a generation more
of this day
mia day 1999
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