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New Moon

There are ashes in a jar
They are not ashes but my days
My hours and minutes
My thoughts bitten off
My self deferred
They are not ashes but my moments and my years

Blow gently
Gently, gently like a bubble
Sink quietly and unremarkably into the deep
Earth, air, fire and water together combine
This is a destruction of a destruction

These are clouds in the sky
Blowing softly over the God's expanse
They are not clouds, but they are my dreams
My wishes and desires
My hope floating softly
A veil across the dark
These are not clouds but my vision and my self

Float gently
Gently, gently like a petal
Swathe me with your unbreakable silken strands
Earth, air, fire and water together combine
This is a replacement of a replacement

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