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Ignite
One day a flame will ignite,
For me I hope it swells.
It burns my heart to a crisp,
And allows for rebirth.
The smell of wood and wax,
Of wick,
A constant reminder I exist.
My fire created to burn,
Only brighter, only bigger.
Stirred by impossible winds,
Fueled by friends, kind hands,
Seared into the souls I warm.
Continuously creating sparks.
For me I hope it swells.
It burns my heart to a crisp,
And allows for rebirth.
The smell of wood and wax,
Of wick,
A constant reminder I exist.
My fire created to burn,
Only brighter, only bigger.
Stirred by impossible winds,
Fueled by friends, kind hands,
Seared into the souls I warm.
Continuously creating sparks.
Published 30th Aug 2013
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