To remember This day, this light Almost gone. Like the last ember of a fire, Almost out That close. And then a breeze To fan the flame Barely, Barely there. More and more, A little more fire Dying out And back again. A steady burn, Then the day came It blazed. © 2021 Loly Rinn Photo by David von Diemar on Unsplash
Fire within
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