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Ash and Echoes

the sky is a broken mirror
shattered clouds bleed rust and fire
cities kneel in hollow silence
monuments to lost empires

neon ghosts flicker in ruins
whispers hum in static breath
machines still count the fallen
long past the touch of death

veins of steel snake through the dust
choked on war’s forgotten cries
a child hums an unknown anthem
as the last star fades and dies
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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May 26, 2025 at 10:14 PM
The things that people and children suffer. But you're remembering... ashes and dust, giving the untold a voice
Leach Avatar
May 31, 2025 at 4:37 PM
Paige, your words gave me chills--“giving the untold a voice” is exactly what I hoped to do. In the silence after ruin, there’s still memory… still song. Thank you for seeing the echoes in the ash, and for always honoring the ones the world forgets.
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