Rest content...but not silent.
The fires you ate made of you
a diamond.
A furnace burns still...forging...
tempering...
Dreams turned to ashes in
your mouth.
Remembrance does not redeem.
Your bones beat a watery drum.
© 2022 Lilium Candidum
Lily’s Verse
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