The city sleeps beneath the dust,
a broken hymn, a world of rust.
I walk through echoes left behind,
a future lost, a fractured mind.


Still I hear the ashes call,
soft and low beneath it all.
What remains of yesterday
lights the dark in quiet ways.


No more towers reaching high,
only memories in the sky.
But in the ruins, faint and slow —
a spark that never learned to go.

Ashes of Tomorrow

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Ashes of Tomorrow

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