ash wednesday

A Dove Born of Ashes

A Dove Born of Ashes

Embers flickered of a dying, crumbling home. my fingers stained gray of sin, regret, and ruin of hope.   it crushed what  the flame broke what it took and what it left.   ashes upon ashes of what used to be reminders of lit matches  and scorched petals.   winds…
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