Magic in the ash
watch the phoenix rise again...
Sorrow holds her cup
These melted shards of glass,
caught in the late afternoon sun,
were in the flower pots on the front porch
of the home of dear friends that no longer exists.
Unknown. Unspeakable. Unfathomable.
One foot in front of the other...
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