Flame
Flame
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Just like the moon,
She was glowing through dark times.
No hand to hold,
No shoulder to console,
No one was there even to fight.
All remaining was ember of her faith,
Waiting to reignite and turn into flame.
That flame ready to burn herself so bright,
So world could be illuminated on its darkest night.