Poem || BURNT HOUSE

I slept, surrounded by ashes 
blinded 
by the thick incense  

What is it 
that is left 
what was it 
that I kept

I watched
what was a house 
burn to the ground 

I watched 
whatever was inside 
turn to dust 
in a night 

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