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Ashes
Every life is but a breath
Beautiful hands
Chaffed by cold and wind
Soil stained into their fine lines
Reach into an urn of ashes
Wind reaches out its wispy fingers
Etches its path across her palm
Past the girdle of venus
Blowing down the line of fate
Across the heart line
Dust swirls into the air
Trails radiating outward
Swept away by the broom of the wind
And he is drawn back to the earth
- Jeff Larose -