Blackened soot of yesterday's fires fill my eyes
with their ebony disguises, causing tears to fall
into crystal pools of lost love.
Giving and emanating from past images, life
reflects years of living, changing, altering
families, ways of doing things, turning it all
into sorrow and grief after losing everything and
everyone close to us.
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