If you fear the fire, I will be the ember. If you flinch from the storm, I will be the wind’s sigh. If the world is too sharp, too loud, Then I will stand in quiet moonlight, As you rest in her glow Without fear of the burn. Not all light must dazzle. Not all love must roar. Some love is silver and still, A quiet hand that does not pull, But waits. I do not chase the sun. I do not crave its golden touch. I belong to the hush of twilight, To the pause before the dawn. My longing is not for brightness, Not for grandness, not for more— Only for the ones who walk unseen, For the souls who slip through cracks. For them, I remain. For them, I am here. Sharp. Cold. True.
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Taken from Embers Ashes by MindsGaming which can be found on Wattpad wattpad.com/story/376596018-embers-ashes https://youtu.be/ozNDTJlMb0M
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