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Embers

As I stoke the fire; embers rise in a mystical dance,

Disappearing into the night sky; no trace left behind,

Akin to my actions; gone in the illusion of now,

Gone forever; or imprinted on the fabric of time,

Like the pebble in the pond; cause and effect go on,

Often unseen; the impact lingers.

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