Beyond the raging fire

/ Rugby Lion

A fossil tree,
A sharp-edged pen,
unsheathed.
Inviting an eastern wind
to take me away.
My love awaits me.
her soul cuts through this void.
Until the time, we shall
see the magpies again.
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