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Ash

Ash covers the flowers that were strewn across the ground.
As small insects advance,
furry creatures observe from a safe distance;
as the winds from Vahalla continues to mesh
what's left of me,
with the contents of an uncaring planet.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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