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Out of the Ashes
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Just a thought! A cynical view of bones and ashes piled on the ground
Cherished memories of a loving heart, smolder all around
The last attempts to reconcile, blow across the weeds
While hopes and dreams float the wind, dropping little seeds
Sifting through the charred remains, we sit there in the dark
Searching for a hidden ember, to muster one last spark
Praying for a miracle or a sign to pass our eyes
We still hold faith in an ancient myth, "A Phoenix soon will rise."
