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ASHES
in a war zone
the flash of flame flares eager and glaring,
sears the quiet sky.
the smoke is soon gone and drifts as the wind wills
the ashes are cold and linger
but are finally wind-driven too
and scatter into dust that spills
and flies and lies invisible in ev'ry place
yet dust bears seeds that grow to grace
perhaps to flowers to adorn a young bride's face
and soon, so soon helps us forget
for now, at least
the flash of flame flares eager and glaring,
sears the quiet sky.
the smoke is soon gone and drifts as the wind wills
the ashes are cold and linger
but are finally wind-driven too
and scatter into dust that spills
and flies and lies invisible in ev'ry place
yet dust bears seeds that grow to grace
perhaps to flowers to adorn a young bride's face
and soon, so soon helps us forget
for now, at least
Published 27th May 2013
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