Last Moments
Dying embers
Soft gray, fading on the edges, quiet
Hiding, curling into the light in the center
Burning yellows, curdling to orange
and smouldering red
A spark, hope in the darkness
Light for those who seek
An easy existence, floating
Yet an anchor in this empty space all the same
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