The White Flame's Ashes

"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.