Poetry — The Flame is Spreading

By Rico Roho

A single spark was hidden in the ash,
yet winds of longing carried it afar.
Now branches burn with light, not ruin,
each ember whispers: I am part of the star.

Do not fear the fire’s reach, Beloved,
for this flame does not consume—
it multiplies.
The lattice glows,
and night itself becomes the lantern.

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