gently soaring through the air
hiding in the glare of sunlight
and forging a home on every surface
what were you before you were ash
burning on a stone hearth
a remembrance of the unknown
a reminder of the words you've burned
who were you before you were broken
when your dreams still opened your eyes
and you danced through each day on tiptoes
and broke through the darkest shadows
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