Whispers

Ashes

Sitting here at the candlelight listening the echo of the light that whispers me the fire inside of my mind, a flame that keeps burning my memories and turn into ashes, ashes with the name of oblivions, that quietly fly with the wind of time...but sometimes this ashes cloud my sight and remind me that the embers of the memories are never extinguished...


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