EBBS AND FLOWS OF TIMELESSNESS
 

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A breath of fire, a whispered spark,
Cuts through shadow, fierce and stark.
Edges splinter, sharp yet free,
Carving space in fluid spree.

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Windswept hues in embered flight,
Rise from darkness into light.
Motion lingers, soft yet bold,
A tale of warmth in streaks of cold.

Sovona