Due to the wildfires in California, today we chare a website about sequoias:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sequoiadendron_giganteum

And:

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-62117139

Our next edition of the Contest will be about "trees, plants and water".

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Iced Stone

There is a voice inched on ice stoned walls,

Hurled in an echo of phantom deep lunges,

Faded fast on a midnight run,

I was the girl without a song,

Longing for my hymn to break me free,

I yearned for you beyond the ocean sea.

The tears of rivers by lakes iced stone,

Voices haunt the nightmares which left me all alone.

I think of you in dreams gone wrong,

I only hear you call there,

For I awake and you have disappeared.

What is an iced stone wall without a castle,

It simply melts in the heat,

All the melted water sings,

It sings the waves to sleep,

But not me I stay awake,

I walk these waters all alone,

The storm before me has passed,

But it robbed with it your soul.

By Claire O' C.

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