The Flame That Still Burns
I'm the shadow on the wall,
I'm the reflection in the mirror,
I'm the footsteps on the stone,
I'm the image in the leaves,
I'm the laughter in the breeze,
I'm the voice in the river rapids,
I'm the tear of the melting rose,
I'm here but nobody knows.
You'll see me reflected,
In my sister's eyes,
In my daughter's anger,
In my wife's sorrow,
But most of all,
You'll find me in my fox's attitude.
At night she hides as she cries,
During daylight hours her anger lies,
As lighting streaks through the clear day sky,
A river of tears flows at her knees every day through,
A dragon's roar through raging flames,
Eyes burning bright,
Teeth blazing in the morning light.

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