ashes

                                         Ashes

I may look and sound broken,

But my soul rises from ashes in secret she kept,

It was the innocent touch and colorful smile underneath a veil, of many layers of injured resentful heart,

Hostage held a moment so dear,

Yesterdays gaily exchange has become the bitter haunt...praises the secret so much regard.

Today...tomorrow awakens a cloud of dust whips the winds with no destination,

Disoriented in the search, vagabond in cosmic riddles,

Deceitful as color blind,

The heart contends outreach,

Journeys...journeys the forgotten

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