Bit of accidental charm;
could it be that buttercups discern all that’s deep
and dark willingly,
that ashes mean only to encourage us to reform,
sensing remorseβ€”
a Poet’s mind like fire
burns constantly,
in a land of thought
even as everything’s falling apart.

 

 

 

 

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Posted for Quadrille night: ashes to ashes @dVerse Poets Pub