Hans-Jörg Bohm · 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
Poetry Shelter (C) Hans-Joerg Bohm 2017