Ashes On Your Hands
By Cwm
Lingering memories, burning desire, ravenging, twisting, your stomach, to a knot. Old, passing, unforgiven, forgotten, pictures, torn edge to edge, stained, with years of tears. Walking, grabbing the neglected clothes, touching, those precious belongings, once, worn with such honor. A fire starts, destroying all that is left, one picture remains, a picture of her, but that too, caught on fire, which burned your hands, and all that remained, were, ashes on your hands.Not sure if this is understandable. I tried to creae a picture, and a scene. ~CWM Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 08:13 AM PST 0 • 1
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