Amber Embers by Lynda Hines
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Amber Embers
A leaf of secrets, curled, whispers in tongues of resin— golden smoke unspools the knots of mortal hours.
Earth's green alchemist,
it spins the sun's slow language into fleeting wings, a lullaby for thorns.
Ancient roots hum low, cradling the weightless mind where shadows dissolve in an inkwell of stars.
Time folds, soft as cloth— the world, a half-remembered dream, held in the cradle of a single, drifting breath.
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