the empire of ash
burnt roses in the deserted field ...
and all the seeds were charred ...
but the thorns still growing ...
on the edge of the burnt forest ...
the farmers of ruin ...
will sit with everyone ...
on a carpet of ash ...
where no moon and stars.
Words by poet*salem
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Written on 2025-12-26 at 10:53
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