Ash Poem by Brooke Cadwell

Ash

Rating: 5.0


Bodies turn to ash as the sit in a hole,
The loved,
The lost,
The young,
The old,
because of a curse,
or is it? ,
is death a curse,
or a gift,
to be relived,
and to live again,
in heaven,
forever.

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