white ashes
My English Poems
						white ashes
white ashes remain
of the once bright burning autumn fires
voices echoing unheard
into the darkness
each dying year
casts a shadow a warning
here time has a limit
here will be a end
there'	s a star that will shine
there'	s a light in the darkness
there is hope for us all
for the ones left behind
© Hans-Jörg Bohm