Poems ✍️
  03.10.2025
  6

Author: Carl Sandburg

Kin

Brother, I am fire
Surging under the ocean floor.
I shall never meet you, brother—
Not for years, anyhow;
Maybe thousands of years, brother.
Then I will warm you,
Hold you close, wrap you in circles,
Use you and change you—
Maybe thousands of years, brother.


  Poetry Fire Ocean Time

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