Ashes

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Fireplace

 

The soul, free of its many fetters
dancing as firelight
glowing red-hot, like iron
ready to be shaped by tempered hands
until all is left but ashes
and the memories they contain.

Published by Andrew Mackay

Poet, writer, anti-authoritarian, believer in the power of nonviolent struggle.

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