Ashes, scattered
On the roof,
Make their way
But roll back!
The wind hibernates!
A solitary kite
Is taken aback,
And too depressed
To lie down!
A host of pigeons
Coo in low
As they wait
For the sparks!
Something is amiss!
We know
How life begins
But don't when,
And between them
We float,
Catching zero!
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