Ashes
We, like ashes,
Fall to the ground
Silhouettes of sadness
Pirouettes of sound
Folded like solitude
We float into the rain
Promises of heaven
Then nothing again
Thought bleeds into consciousness
Burnt amber in circlet rings
Trinkets of our past lives
No more burdens we sing
bjmorga
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