Ashes At My Feet

Poem By Shirley A. Munsinger

No more heartaches to stumble and fall
Only hurtful pages of memories to recall
Passion ran deep and oh so sweet
Now there's ashes laying at my feet
Winds of time can never erase
That haunted look upon your face
Pitchforks of hell come crashing in
Searing me with a life long pain.

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