crumble embers into ashes
burning dying once again,
feel the life force seeping smoky
as the fire dissolves the pain
crumble years into grey ashes,
ages smoulder, singe away,
fare ye well, O life, O living,
night now overcomes the day
crumble softly into ashes,
making way for what's to come-
rise up, young one, heed the call:
the beat of the eternal drum
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