Grey Dust

I loosen my closed eyelid
Slight of faint strength
Simmering straight, thy glow

I hold mountain of breath
firm and stocky built
to listen by my parched lips

One that bid adieu
A long time ago, commend
A holy grail, for my last respite

All music that wired my breath
Died in your reluctant will.
All acquaintances, now; brew a leap

I can hear the swoosh, running
inside the pyre wall. Only
A decree; and was reduced to grey dust

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