After the Fires
Just before ashes
rose to the sun,
burned and swallowed
in a crimson smoke gust;
every meek whisper
melted to one,
and a lullaby lingered
while streets crumbled
to dust.
Copyright © Katy Fulton | Year Posted 2010
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