The fire has burnt out
I can smell the smoke of ashes
I can not whisper what has been lost
The remains display false colors
A glimpse away the rain poured out
I have forgotten its delightful
Smell and all the music it sings
For a moment the scent of the ashes
Has vanished under the rain
Washed away as it purifiers
Like the stars that make way
In the dark night as the moon
Lighten up the path
False colors dispers under the
Wind, wild as the of the desert
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