Title: Stoking the Fire

The freedom I feel is rushing away,
As light slowly fades, the end of the day,

I could run on, the wind as my lash,
They say I'm young, and by far too brash,

I'll never be chained; still, love prevails,
If truth be told, with them my flame pales,

Not burning less, but smaller than the whole,
Alone I may be strong, but they are my soul.


The End

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