Ash is the purest white

Cast your hand above the flame

you’ll feel it fade

the warmth seeps away, your fingers cold

the cinders ebb, as the bonfire cools

the night is slow to melt, yet you will it to stay

where no one sees, it is permitted

the forest branches complete their journey

and you may mourn them too

you will remember, how the flame cuts right through

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