The ashes of life

I blow gray ashes from my skin
They dangle in the wind,
For but a moment frozen still
A lifetime left behind.

A second hanging in the air
As hours pass away,
I stand and stare into that ash
A breath of silver gray.

Then in a heartbeat’s sudden pulse
I blink and they are gone,
A life a moment lived now dead
Like mist before the sun.

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