not smothered by regret, nor drowned in blame.
Let it dance its final breath in quiet grace,
leaving only warmth time cannot erase.
For even dying fire remembers how it burned,
and in its fading, something gentle is returned.
not smothered by regret, nor drowned in blame.
Let it dance its final breath in quiet grace,
leaving only warmth time cannot erase.
For even dying fire remembers how it burned,
and in its fading, something gentle is returned.