Fire comes in many hopes and
Open a heart and you may find a star
Raging to be seen across Creation,
Though most are destined not to shine so far.
Yet others flame just when wind arises,
Flickering till some door is left
In you I see a quiet celebration:
Vivid embers rippling with reprises,
Enduring radiance no rain might mar.
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