Ash gathered in the grill;
A pile of broken dreams
And memories lost.
Starved of oxygen
The flames withered and died,
Tortured memories grew cold
And she,
Spared her past,
Went on to grow happy and old.

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1 Response to Ashes

  1. Alex L. says:

    I like this one too!

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