The Last Ember

"What lingers is the glow, not the blaze."

The last ember hums though the fire is gone,

its light a whisper clinging to the stone.

Regret still burns though the night moves on.

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The wood is ash, the branches all withdrawn,

yet memory smolders where the coals are sown.

The last ember hums though the fire is gone.

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The roots recall the warmth they leaned upon,

the soil remembers every breath it’s known.

Regret still burns though the night moves on.

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The wind bends low to claim what flame has shone,

but cannot silence what the sparks have shown.

The last ember hums though the fire is gone.

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So grief repeats in circles, dusk to dawn,

a vow unbroken though the light has flown.

Regret still burns though the night moves on,

the last ember hums though the fire is gone.