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By JPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Chariot of fire

Charging into its own wake

Shielded by chaos

Haiku nature poetry

About the Creator

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I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil

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Test11 months ago
Many thanks for sharing!
Testabout a year ago
well done

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