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I burn my old poetry.

My shame is hotter than the fire.

I think:

You cannot cut down a tree and leave the earth empty.

You cannot cut down a tree and not plant a new seed.


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Lampyris Noctiluca

Lampyris Noctiluca

An interesting thought.

I like the fact that the seed of the poem grows into the poem itself.

There is an element of recursion that underlines the idea of re-generation.

What led you to burn your old poetry?

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Thanks for the comment! I wrote a lot of poetry when I was an angst teen that I decided I didn't want around anymore so I just got rid of it all. It was a weird moment, but not as dramatic as it seems.

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