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Smoke Dance


Rise and dance through the

smoke of your burning

your heart alit


Embers of anger

cooled by the tender

touch of love


Sorrows gone by

wept out like a rain,

blessing new growth


Blessing the fruit of the bloom.


Rise and

Dance, my love. Dance.




photo by Gérard GRIFFAY


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