SOUL ON FIRE
We're all burning a hot one—my head, the sun, our planet.
By Ángel SierraPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
California hills fenced by palm trees with a smoky red and blue sky, literally. It's a wildfire.
Sol is ablaze, si?
See waves azul, Tierra...
Brisa que orbits.
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Ángel Sierra
Rhymes, riddles, and occasionally, she giggles.
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