A growing flame blazes inside

every sincerely pure heart;

not a spark died

for they each abide

in unity among the pine.

A glow will show

from the joy within,

upon each of them bestowed:

the gift of flourishing peace

and it will never cease.

The dazzling sun

will have no need to rise,

for each heart in itself

has more warmth than the skies

and more cherishing love within.

If only joy's glow

could be found

by all who search so aimlessly;

yet it's not that far

and its music still resounds.

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• Date written: August 6, 2017 • Word Count: 93 • Line Count: 20 • Stanza Count: 4 •