Wind Spirits

what magic
sweeps
through this cool
tepid
wind?

ashes swirl
and
fall.

breeze brushed
and
longing,
ashes trace
‘cross
lost lovers’
lips.

ash.
and tears.

crashing gently
through,
history tickles
and
unravels my soul.

ashes dance,
and I am home.

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Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on August 3, 2020.