Grace Heriegel

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Hello, I’ve decided to share some of my poetry with you all to put my name and formal work out there in the world, so I hope you enjoy : )

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The forest runs beside the lake

whilst wind blows the unearthly fog.

Ravaging flowers of the river’s boat;

the dance returns as curtains burn.

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The hurried sun’s concluding shine above its statue.

This forest climbs through steps of remains.

The lake; the woods; across it all burns,

green gaze against a blanket of devastation.

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The deathly weather kept at bay

as it advances upon the world,

seeping through the cracks,

unaware of meticulous calculations.

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Crows and sparrows sing of the sadness

inside the burning house,

death comes so easily

to those left among the darkness.

©GraceIsobelle, 2023