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Where there’s smoke there’s fire

A long tube points up to the sky
and smoke like cotton wool ascending
passes the chimney, rises high,
a bundled strand somehow unending.

Far under it there must be fire
that burns producing useful heat,
thereby making the substance dryer
because the water does retreat.

Steam is what’s left and, of course, ashes,
crumbled in a tiny heap.
The substance that the plants’ life stashes
offers us warmth in winter’s sleep.

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Poems, one picture – one poem – one page. About the sea and man and general problems and nature around us. The subjects are contemporary and everlasting, some. You can enjoy and grin or think about their contents.

Autorin: Anne Reimerdes
Taschenbuch: 68 Seiten
ISBN-13: 978-1546811381
Erschienen: 20. Mai 2017

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