Those burnt till the ashes in the sky
Were gatekeeping the pryer
From entering the garden
Which they once occupied
The garden, now with some chains
Giving a closure to those before
For new flowers to remain
And for the whole to grow
Bowing down to these flowers
The pryer now says
"I am grateful to you
for what I've gained"
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Great write
Thank you.
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