My dear friend,

when our paths


last crossed, you

had become a Daylily


Hands tangled

intertwined amidst


pine groves and

ochre stone’s vines


No longer just 

charcoal rose embers


your blossoming glow

outshone the twilight


I hope he helps you

pick up the adulterated ashes.        


by: Lukas Forester

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