{"sf1_id":352242,"sf2_id":"4nARxQV1","title":"The Ash","author":"Xandie","words":102,"posted_at":"2012-03-10T23:46:00.000Z","tags":["Emotion","First Person","Poem","Sad"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/352242-the-ash","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nARxQV1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a8/61/a8610ac5-737b-4d50-b665-c907dedb5e33","description":"Poem","content":"I came from deep within the flames\n\nI am old, no longer fresh with the searing burn of fire's youth\n\nI am light\n\nCarried tenderly upon the restless breeze\n\nAway, away\n\nFrom my once home\n\nAll I knew\n\nI'll settle atop the frigid beauty of the grounded grass\n\nQuietly, quietly\n\nEnveloped beneath the morning dew\n\nI am the ash\n\nAs the tears of rain pour down\n\nSoftly, softly\n\nI am no more\n\nI once was\n\nBut now I am not\n\nDo not fear\n\nFor there are always flames to burn\n\nGently, gently\n\nI will live again\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nCopy-written to Xander Bradeshaw\n\n  \n  \n\n"}