In the hush of night, silent cinders gleam,
Whispering secrets of a forgotten dream.
Embers dance in shadows, a flickering light,
Revealing tales of the silent night.Each ash a memory, fading into the dark,
Lost in the whispers of a distant spark.
Silent cinders, soft and still,
Hold the power of a dormant will.In their gentle glow, we find solace,
A quiet reminder of our inner promise.
To rise from the ashes, to ignite anew,
To find our voices, to speak what is true.So let the cinders speak their silent tale,
A poetry of whispers that will prevail.
For in their quietude, we find our voice,
In the silent cinders, we rejoice.