Something rises
From the dust
Wafts into hearts
Mending tears
And sealing cracks
Something emerges
From the ash
Wanders into dreams
Rewriting memories
And wiping off soot
Something opens up
And pours pure joy
Upon tired souls
Turning hearts
To doves
The stone
To wool
Something comes down
And breathes fresh dew
Into dry mouths
Splaying rose petals
At our calloused feet
Something
Touches us
Some sweet something
Raises us
That calm something
Sits with us
And gently whispers
"Peace"
It is that something....
That something...
That keeps me.
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