Tracing forms of us into clay,
soot darkens the channel—
footprints left in ash.
The Divine seed takes root,
flourishing, thriving
possibility, hope.
Birth.
© 2025 Flame’s Crucible. All Rights Reserved.
Tracing forms of us into clay,
soot darkens the channel—
footprints left in ash.
The Divine seed takes root,
flourishing, thriving
possibility, hope.
Birth.
© 2025 Flame’s Crucible. All Rights Reserved.
Flame's Crucible 
Sounds like an enlightening piece, Raven.
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Thank you, Hazel. ❤
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My pleasure, Raven
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