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Empty Grate
All doors are now firmly shut No windows let in the breeze I sit in front of the empty grate Waiting for new fires to burn
Promised wood for a new warmth Is absent, though ashes lie thick From a blaze that never burned Just amassed there, but where from?
Fanned had I those ashes many A time, hoping to ignite a spark, Now my limbs ache, eyes burn Futility making everything so wry
Maybe my heart now so brittle Will serve as fuel for a fire new, Perhaps the only way to combust Is to burn any hope that therein lies too…
~Glowing Embers~
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