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Ashes Weep Copyright@Jeri FittlerAshes Weep Reasons in my mind come clear when visions hold me in the fear of sacred screams that come to play when Gods of War destruct their way. Marches scars upon the floors laid throughout the winds before capturing what breathes as life in holds of anger's fiery knife. Ashes path no way to heal for God's of War have come to steal all the winds of cherished need connecting us to Holy seed. Fire mutates the wind as one enveloping unpatterned run layered now as carpet deep, no longer can the ashes weep. Jeri Fittler Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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