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These are ashes of treasures Of hurt and los

These are ashes of treasures
Of hurt and loss.
These are ashes in face of which
Granite is dross.
Dove naked and brilliant
It has no mate.
Solomon""s ashes
Over vanity that""s great.
Time""s menacing chalkmark
Not to be overthrown.
Means God knocks at the door
Once the house has burned down!
Not choked yet by refuse
Days"" and dreams"" conqueror.
Like a thunderbolt Spirit
Of early grey hair.
It""s not you who""ve betrayed me
On the home front years.
This grey is the triumph
Of immortal powers.
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