The bronze embers have burnt,
The winds have blown past,
Sweeping the world clean,
Off dirt, tears and dreams,
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Very nice! I feel that there a song/melody that each of us hears in life. Our story will be crafted from the decision we make: to follow or not to follow that serenade.
Felt the waves beneath their feet and that sweet serenade beckoning them. Very nice, liked this. @ Sarah Pillai, Also liked your comment.