This poem makes us ashamed of the loss of fire in us. Now, instead of where there was fire, there are stones and rocks solidified from the once free flowing rivers of fire.
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This poem makes us ashamed of the loss of fire in us. Now, instead of where there was fire, there are stones and rocks solidified from the once free flowing rivers of fire.