White Ash Winter
I stood watching the snow falling down
On the white ash man.
He did not care for cold or frost.
He was lost.
Lost in a world of his own
Thinking, thinking of his home
He was lost in a world of his own.
He was still and did not move
From the gloom of the ash sky.
All winter he watched the snow
Falling, falling until his problems were gone.
The ash man went home.
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