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AFTER THE AFTERMATH


The wind whips over my eyes deposing ashes from the flames of my past kindled by a foolish decision
Taste of ash stings my tongue amid irritation of from smoke emanating from burning and fading hope
Everything seems to crumble even hope seems to have gotten a mortal smite
But somehow in the desperate situation life stays alive
Though wounded and burnt it emerges from the bottom of the rubble wishing to fly away from the dross

I lift up my eyes to face the light of the sun covered by  acrid smoke
Tears volunteer to clean my eyes though they never were enough to wash the memories of a glorious past
Hope was gone to the world beyond
All that was left with me was life that despair trying gnaw away

Then life broke into a song
That sent death and despair to a sound sleep
Lifting hope from the bottom of desolate debris
Much alive and as bright as a morning star

And my heart said to my mind
We will build our ancient ruin
To the glory beyond yesterday
With the power of God

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