Ashes
Life,
full of bellows of winds
Churning our good deeds and sins
Here for a slight second
Then off to eternal bed
beckoned
Whirlwind of mem'ries
Concealed in the shrowded
Clothed mortis de'll vita
In exalted lack of
breath cought cold
Ashes and dust
Is what becomes of
Us
Shadows dancing,
in winds all around
Blocks sun shining
from reaching the ground
Only to dance a tango with
death
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