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hearth of inward flame
Hearth of Inward Flame
When the phoenix tucks its wings into coal,
flame folding upon itself
until only smoldering dreams remain.
A supernova, too proud for expansion,
inverts its glory— stardust drawn
into a single, silent sigh.
Solar flares, once wild tongues upon the sun,
recoil into embered hush,
each fading arc a promise of quiet warmth.
In these inward burnings,
we discover endings spark anew—
the brightest glow born from retreat.
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In “Hearth of Inward Flam
In “Hearth of Inward Flame,” the grandest bursts of fire fold back into embered stillness
—phoenix wings nesting in coal, supernovas sighing into stardust, solar flares recoiling into quiet warmth.
Which inward spark ignited something in you—the smouldering dreams of the phoenix,
the silent sigh of stardust, or the embered hush of fading flares?
I’d love to know which image glowed brightest and
how the promise of new light born from retreat resonated with your own sense of renewal.
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