Poetry

Spark

A spark is born amidst the dark
A tingle, crackle, burst of light
So vivid, potent, solid, bright
A promise given, hope revealed

From little more than crumbling bark
A warm, inviting, gentle flame
Which longs to grow, to earn a name
Not knowing that its fate is sealed

So swiftly stilled
Its ashes spilled

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