Embers flicker away
in their birth,
there's witness of death
and the smallest beautiful things
grows old the minute it was born...
...in milliseconds losing its burn
your life was not a bore
it rips like paper
watching you fade
from this tiny, flickering light
to black dust...
...in the dusk
it tears like metal
ones heart not to have heard your voice
but your thoughts are heard
they are heard...
Taking your fire
the thing that defined you most
blowing on it
gently and gentler
until your sparks, its not fully lost
then putting you in heart...
putting your fire in my heart
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