Cinder
Blossoms in the morning dew
A beautiful larks singing from afar
I look at each and every you
Days traverse sun to star
Dark clouds moving in so fast
Cinders’ about to make a mark
Debauchery of ash and ruin
Flowers burned no more lark
How quick a dream can turn to black
Erased and smoldering clouds are dark
Remnants piled on the ground
Tears fall all is lost Cinder left a brutal mark
Rebuild regrow again someday
A place of wonder of sun and heart.
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