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On Memories

 

I sit cross-legged in the dirt

A little girl and grown all at once

There is a fire before me

The flames tell me nothing

No truth in them

Just the heat warming the tears on my face

Smoke drifts upwards from the flames

My dreams of us, my love for you up in smoke

Little embers of anger pop now and then

Only to burn out and turn black

Dust to dust ashes to ashes

By jvick84

Hello! My name is Jo'el and welcome to my blog. My passions are traveling, cooking and adventure. I recently quit my Systems Engineering career to pursue my passions of writing, traveling and living an authentic life. I hope you enjoy reading my musings, my struggles and my adventures.

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