A Bundle of Ashes

January 16, 2009
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I remember the small bundle
Wrapped and tucked away
In the crumbling womb of a family.

As a hazy cloud of ignorance
Twirled around reality,
Hiding the clash of glass hearts.

As the crisp summertime air
Cuts open and pour out heavy rainfalls,
I lock onto a drenched figure.

And I wander off in her hands
As the memory of what,
I remember crumble into it’s ashes.





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