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A Fire In The Heavens

Everyone thought the sunset was beautiful

On this particular evening

But I

I found it heartbreaking


Smoke filled the sky

And the way the sun

Reflected off of the smoke

Created a unique and beautiful blend of colors

But the smoke is not the clouds

The smoke means fire

And fire means the suffering of the forest

And the suffocating of the tree’s

The smoke means poison

So yes

The sunset was beautiful

And

Different

Compared to most sunsets

But different in a tragic way

Not a majestic way


The bright orange in the sky

Looked like a fire in the heavens

And here we were

Underneath a burning heaven

Taking pictures and videos of it.


-C.H.


 
 
 

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