An Empty Soul Fills Again
You bury your dead, your dreams, your hopes.
Deep within yourself, you try not to remember.
A soul filled with ashes, of longing and loss.
An emptiness seemingly never to heal.
There is no boundary to the size of a soul,
No limits to which it cannot be re-filled.
It will expand, moving the ashes aside,
To make room for love and life
to fill it again.
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