An ember of Hope
Burneth low, giving little warmth,
Readying itself to extinguish
And grow cold
Then falling to dust.
Yet while it burns, it lives.
Only needing
Opportunity
To become a flame
And from flame to fire.
The Fire of Love.
(5.17.7 The Gift)
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I would like to translate this poem
Just like life, while one lives there is always AN EMBER OF HOPE. Good write. Regards.