A Different Kind Of Fire - Poem by Henrik Berg
The cool winds of autumn
Fan the dying embers of our former love.
Alas, that fire, by no gale will be ressurected.
But from its ashes will grow forth,
Raspberries, aspen and birch.
And their autumn leaves,
look like flames to my eyes.
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