But what of the fire?
Its wood has been scattered,
But the embers still dance.
Though the fire is tiny,
It survived.
Though the fire is weak,
It's still alive.
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The fire is still alive, all right. The fire of our spirits and the flames of our inspiration. A well penned poem. Keep up the good work!