Beauty For Ashes
Her House was ablaze,
Smoke filled each room she
Was barely alive,
Congested and faint,
A withered rose suffocates,
She fell to her knees,
Voice heard loud and clear,
Severed through the pollution,
Arise, your set free!
By: Sabina Nicole
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2011
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