A spark flies from a candle,
flickers and goes out.
An instant of life,
a brief flash in time.
A love, passing so fleeting
A friend, jilted and jaded
A curse, a blessing to the heart
Feelings well up, ready to release.
A cinder laying in wait,
under the ash
In pain, waiting to breathe
and welcome the air
To live once more
Keeping hope ever so faint,
it holds the light..
Lost to the desert sands,
hardened to glass, ever so fragile.
A hand so small, reaching, grabbing..
Holds a new treasure to the sun,
an ember transformed
sees light not its own, a welcomed gift...
Bring new life, shaped in flame,
a heart, becomes new once more.
From ember to splendor,
a realisation of its beauty, once more.
A faceted glass figurine,
cherished and loved...
Reborn, a life after death
Hope, rekindled, to live once again...
A figurine falls from its shelf...
A young girl cries...
To die... a cycle, unending, unyielding
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