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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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