FROM DUST AND ASHES
Every moment, unburning, burns.
The world in smoke or coastal mist...
Drink, sing – but the heart aches...
Time shamanizes with a paw in tangled locks.
Only when you’re with me, like Lilith,
does the moment dance, blazing to ash.
After you, my memory flies,
like a phoenix...
In my palm –
ashes...
From dust and ashes
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