I wanted to know love So I set myself ablaze And even though I’ve become More smoke than flame, Don’t let my fire die gently. Embrace the warmth these sparks provide For as long as you can. When only ash remains, I will seep into the earth And I ask you pray for rain, My final request for my sake for yours, And you will watch me bloom! Pluck me from the soil And cherish me then, Again and again, Your perennial flare. -k.r.r.
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