melissa's Letters
The Coldest Fire Glows Red
I’m no different from birds, mountains, and oceans.
We share the same moody sky and smoke-filled air.
Can’t you see that I’m worthy of preservation?
Every footprint I leave behind writes another sonnet.
While I drive my car, heading to work, I sing
like a mockingbird, soaring from branch to branch.
My foggy eyes brew thunderstorms.
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