whispering embers of fire
we took our hearts to the sea shores
staying afloat
laying our charred backs on
timbers of hope
we drifted away
insulating ourselves from
currents of time
we collected sands, building islands
healing wounds so deep
joy sprang from the waters of weep
the new world seemed just fine
embers dissolved, slowly
beating memory to sleep
**No matter what the past, it is possible to build a new beautiful world*
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