Widow’s Fire. A Triolet.

The fire burns brighter in the morning
In the night the fuel is all but spent
If only we had heeded the warning
The fire burns brighter in the morning

The widows are all mourning
No one predicted their bent
The fire burns brighter in the morning
In the night -the fuel is all but spent.

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