The last spark
Floating
Calm
In the waters of
My own creation
Basking in my uniqueness
Glowing
Flickering
Never going out
I am the fire
A tiny spark
Growing
Changing
Ever rearranging
Merging
But never being lost in the crowd
Lapping
Carving
My own way
Through life
I am surely here to stay
Because I am different
A spark in growing darkness
An empty room with one light
I am here to stay
For I am the last spark
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life; poetry about every little thing
Poetrya grouping of poetry about well everything. i will upload at least once a day
