From the Ashes

Poetry

As peace was breached through sleepless nights,Β no cloud, no fall could dim your light;
ones grateful here yet needed time,
oh as dreams would have it, I needed mine.


Some thousand days of note,
our somber days a’ mote.
Where fury and fire once merged, from the ashes of pain, grew hope.
Oh as life would have it you made me grow.

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