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My Child of Ash

October 22, 2016
By Olivia-Atlet ELITE, Dardenne Prairie, Missouri
Olivia-Atlet ELITE, Dardenne Prairie, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"To these the past hath its phantoms,
More real than solid earth;
And to these death does not mean decay,
But only another birth"
- Isabella Banks


Ashes; dry, meek dust

No warmth, no Power, no Life.

Let go in the wind...

 

Flames once risen high, 

Now laid low in the fire's grate. 

Like stale bread, scattered. 

 

The sky sucks them in, 

Tendrils of smoke curl upwards, 

A dragon is formed!

 

Hide made of grey specks, 

Moving through the streets lithely. 

I wave goodbye... sigh



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