Remains

Remains short poem

The dying embers of our love burn a bright orange.

In the distance, rain clouds announce their arrival.

By morning, everything will be washed out.

Maybe I’ll return to collect the ashes…

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Pallavi Banerjee
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so economical and yet profound! keep writing.

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