Ashes

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Ashes by Marco Chong

Ashes are the color of silence, 

The taste of cracked leaves,

That fall on cold stone,

The texture of a golden flower,

That never bloomed,

Ashes are born in the winter, 

And fall like rain over the dusk,

He found respite in the stillness of the ashes,

He let the shadows of the sun swirl around him,

Seeking only the death of the day,

Seeing only the sunset,

Surviving only for that ashen hue,

But now, even his greatest triumphs left only the bitter taste of ash, 

Flaked on his lips.