swelling

illness is slowly fading,
I gather up old ashes for the journey
to the city of the sun.
Time begins again.
A new incarnation in similar form.
That which cannot be divided,
expanding yet still
indivisible.
The seasons become
like grains of sand
blowing across the shores of time.
Splendour emminates
from all directions,
as memory carresses the soul.
The sweet things cherished
shall never evaporate
so long as the heart remembers.
Purification.
Sacrifice.
Joy.

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