🔥The Last Glow 🔥

In the hush of night, where embers disappear

like fading stars, I sit and watch the fire,

its dance slow, and intimate,

the last gasp of warmth curling upwards,

each gleam a breath of everything once alive.

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The crackle speaks in low tones,

tales of days spent in laughter,

of shadows that danced

the grill of memories sizzling against the sky,

like a heart beating against the burden of night.

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What remains now is a tapestry of ash,

a delicate lacework of existence,

fragile, refusing to be forgotten,

as I trace the outline of what was

the light, the heat, the inferno that consumed.

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But endings are not merely extinguished flames.

They breathe new life into the cool air,

carving paths for the dawn to unfold,

a promise wrapped in smoke,

a future held in a sigh.

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I cradle the warmth of the last glow,

a soft farewell wrapped in the evening’s embrace,

and let the memories move around my fingers,

for in every ending, there lies a beginning,

a spark waiting to ignite anew.

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So as I watch the fire’s farewell,

I gather the remnants of a day gone by

not lost, but transformed,

into the promise of stars above

and the silent whisper of what comes next.