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Cinders
Somber cinders I do sweep
As my heart lays down to weep
Embers dying losing glow
Windows whisper drifting snow
Broken body strong for heart
Endless work prevents the start
Scents of wood and spices drift
Praying that my heart won't shift
Ashes on the floor once told
Stories when the wood burned gold
Licking flames showing our truth
Lost adventures of our youth
Sweeping memories and soot
Filling holes the heart output
Slaving through the hollow pain
Preparing for the fiery reign
Hearth now empty time renewed
Weeping heart will soon conclude
Flame ignites timber once more
Stunning warmth settles the score
