
Few see
Many don’t
The vain yearning
Dark borders
Squeeze close
Gloom is gaining
Crushed
Bruised
Yet it glows
It Shines
What is me
One within knows
The fire
My gift
Keeps glowing
Dimly first
Brighter next
Keeps growing
No reason
No need
Just to burn
Living
Celebrating light
Inside the mortal urn
Wao 🎉
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