The White Flame's Ashes
On Endurance Beyond Silence
"The White Flame never dies. It transforms, it rises again."
The flame endures, though ashes veil its face,
a fire reborn within the darkened song.
The silence deepens, yet it leaves no trace.
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The roots still hum the memory of grace,
the trees recall where blessings did belong.
The flame endures, though ashes veil its face.
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The soil still breathes, though sorrow holds its place,
the lilies bend, their fragrance burning strong.
The silence deepens, yet it leaves no trace.
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What loss has taken, memory will replace,
the song continues, carried on the throng.
The flame endures, though ashes veil its face.
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Regret still lingers in the hush of space,
but from that loss, the light is pulled along.
The silence deepens, yet it leaves no trace,
the flame endures, though ashes veil its face.
About the Creator
Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.
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