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A Rebirth Without waiting for a ceremony, she consigns her memories to the pyre and lights it. Cherished memories or herself aflame? Spiralling smoke fills the air, foul smell of burnt dreams choke her lungs. She watches on, the hungry fire wants it all it tongues out to grip her, offering no resistance she lets the fire engulf her. Rotting flesh of broken promises crackles in the fire. Silently she sits on the pyre. The searing burning, the agony,the pain, silently she bears on. And then the blessed oblivion! Lighter and enlightened, she rises and walks away reborn! ©monica 30 th dec 2014 Thank u Driftwood Ashore sir as always with the edits..
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 13:13:57 +0000

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