Alive are my embers
Alive in great numbers
Taking life from my dreams
Those irreal ones, so it seems
Yet, their motto is to burn and to flare
Even when without an ounce of air
Having their basis in hope
They make me climb every slope
A dream or a sign
To discard, I would never deign!
A mystery brought forth in a temple
When misery and despair came in ample!
Alive are still my embers
A decade later life still clambers
Yet, as long as I breathe and write
My embers shall bring me to my light
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