To make a spark into a flame,
Return life once again.
The memories drift like ribbons of silk,
They sooth your uneasiness as would pure white milk.
Under the gem-studded sky you think of it,
The flame of which would crackle and spit.
Glowing embers of your drifting thoughts,
And eagerness of your retorts.
To make a spark into a flame,
Return life once again.
It's not as easy as it sounds,
The preparation of which you have bound.
The process may feel rough,
But by this I'm sure you are quite tough.
It's worth a lot to you I'm sure,
You act as if it is an enticing lure.
To make a spark into a flame,
Return life once again...
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