Blowing the Embers
Dying flames by the hearth,
they've known the secrets in my heart.
The warmth I feel as I fall asleep,
only my ashes are left to weep.
A storm from winter I invite,
my flames glowing brighter into the night.
I wont forget what I sought,
when the winter's cold was so flaming hot.
I held my breath in anticipation,
the moment met with great expectations.
Soon the flames all got smothered,
I was burned like no other.
But I dare you all to not remember,
the very first spark in late december.
Though I'm not young I feel the same,
The embers in my hand will forever remain.
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