Embers That Still Breathe
Neither faint, fading light
nor weak, half-hearted heat
now lends warmth to the veins
or hastens the heartbeat;
lame flame has long died down,
seems nothing left but ash;
long strips of burnt shadows
in wan moonlight awash;
memories' charred debris,
there, maybe underneath,
can be coaxed back to life,
old embers that still breathe!
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