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I loved you like the morning star,
Before the skies knew who we are.
But now I wrap my heart in mist,
A flame I dare not let exist.
In fields where storms have yet to pass,
I hide my love in blades of grass.
Not out of fear, but to defend
A fragile bloom the winds might end.
Before the skies knew who we are.
But now I wrap my heart in mist,
A flame I dare not let exist.
In fields where storms have yet to pass,
I hide my love in blades of grass.
Not out of fear, but to defend
A fragile bloom the winds might end.
A poignant poem about a love quietly burning beneath layers of silence and uncertainty, ‘The Hidden Flame’ explores the delicate balance between passion and protection in a world too fragile to bear the truth.
