When the flame is no more, eye catch the ember.
Whispering with smoke, nothing is as clever.
Ashes are forever, ashes are my feathers.
Sterile are my scars I was burned for the better
When the flame is no more, eye catch the ember.
Whispering with smoke, nothing is as clever.
Ashes are forever, ashes are my feathers.
Sterile are my scars I was burned for the better
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Such subtle language and verse that paints a vivid picture. A delicate truth is portrayed in your words. Ashes are so hard to grasp, to hold...
Thankyou, I'm glad you appreciate it, for it's subtlety
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