In the cold where once I stood,
A fire flickers, small but good.
The embers glow, the spark returns,
A flame reborn from all that burns.
I lost my way, I lost my fight,
But in the dark, I found the light.
Not from the world, not from above,
But deep within, a fire of love.
Each trial fed it, every fall,
The flame grew stronger through it all.
Now, from the ashes, I rise again,
With the fire of life beneath my skin.
I fan the flames, let them ignite,
Not just to burn, but to shine bright.
A warmth that spreads, a guiding light,
To push through darkness, through the night.
This flame, once lost, now burns anew,
A force that’s steady, strong, and true.
No longer dimmed by fear or shame,
I rise with purpose, rekindling the flame.
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☘️Gyana
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Whispered Verses
Poetry☘️In the quiet corners of the heart, where words are soft yet profound, "Whispered Verses" weaves a tapestry of emotion. Each poem is a reflection of life's delicate moments-whispers of love, echoes of loss, the strength found in struggle, and the b...
