Out of the Ashes

Just a thought!

A cynical view of bones and ashes piled on the ground

Cherished memories of a loving heart, smolder all around

The last attempts to reconcile, blow across the weeds

While hopes and dreams float the wind, dropping little seeds

Sifting through the charred remains, we sit there in the dark

Searching for a hidden ember, to muster one last spark

Praying for a miracle or a sign to pass our eyes

We still hold faith in an ancient myth, "A Phoenix soon will rise." 

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"Out of the Ashes"

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