The Heart, A Flame
In the dark corners of a silent room
the heart beats
an ember, a flicker
a story about to ignite.
It breathes truth
raw and unfiltered
like whispers of autumn wind
golden leaves that pierce the shutters,
each ray a memory captured inside the window,
each shadow a guarded secret.
Desire swells,
an irrepressible fire,
heat against the cold,
the outside world,
distant and indifferent.
This heart,
like a flame
fragile but fierce
soft whispers of love
and the crackle of loss
the dancing shadows
of what was and can never be again.
Moments collapse in the glow of darkness
in the face of darkness
the silent heroism of living
naked which has been made bare,
the heart exposed,
vulnerable in its radiance.
Through this silence, an unwritten language, an unbreakable bond
an unbreakable bond
the pain of truths
that some will never hear
the beauty of each unequal heartbeat,
celebrated under the stars.
So let it burn, this heart
with its wild light,
rebellious in its honesty,
for in the harshness of the world,
the flickering flame
Is often the bravest of all.
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