The Light We Don't Let Through

The fires are lit

See the smoke rise

Out of the earth

And into the sky

Watch by the light

Of the flames in the night

The shadows of grass blades

Towering high

Then, higher still

Are the shadows we feel

And the ones that we make

As we hike up the hill

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