When you find it

 
 

 
a fire without an aim
is just a nomad flame
might ricochet get carried away
dance among the beams and rays
and soon enough goes all burned out
blatantly admits it's rout
 
but in the forest
where wilderness rules
a sense of bourne
awaiting you
 

 
 


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