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Once hot, now only warm, energy slipping away If only a breeze could come To energize them, to rekindle their art Deep amber is their color, see their beauty They are few, but still powerful Energy wanes as they wait patiently, dying The remains of a raging fire ... abandoned.
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
Dying Embers
Once hot, now only warm, energy slipping away If only a breeze could come To energize them, to rekindle their art Deep amber is their color, see their beauty They are few, but still powerful Energy wanes as they wait patiently, dying The remains of a raging fire ... abandoned.
michael-loggins
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
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