Today for Quadrille Monday, the prompt word is “ash.” I wrote this as a cherita, too, since it happened to work that way.
Doesn’t everyone want a chance at a new life?
Like a phoenix, engulfed in flame,
Rising from the ashes of the mess they’ve made?
What of the living flame of Love,
Lighting up lives? A similar story,
But the phoenix is a Holy dove.
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