Fire burnt on the desolate ground,
the sun's rays reached with no sound.
Then water splashed and rose,
cut the rays in half, I suppose,
Then oust the fire renowned.
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PennedAI (Pseudonym) (
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And so it is in reality and in metaphor as well. Nicely said
Your words are visual, provide imagery for the reader. This piece works as a metaphor or taken at face value.
Nice imagery as you read, beautifully crafted
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