He sits alone on the edge
of a smoldering Earth.
Thoughts of love and life
flow through him,
crashing.
Memories dance around the fires,
swirl with the smoke,
glow with the embers.
The wind stirs,
tugging at his coat,
moving him along.
A guiding hand.
Each step erases the last.
Never to be followed.
To start anew.
The end of one life,
begins another.
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