Unnoticed Flames

I

I built a fire in the hollows of night,

fed it with branches of marrow and dream.

The sparks leapt upward, eager for sight,

but vanished like whispers inside a stream.

II

I carved a garden from dust and stone,

tilled the silence with patient hands.

Blossoms rose, though none had known

the blood that watered those quiet lands.

III

I sang to walls that would not reply,

a hymn too soft for ears to claim.

The echoes wilted, but still I tried,

a shadow singer without a name.

IV

Yet effort unseen does not decay,

it sleeps like seeds in a secret ground;

tomorrow’s dawn may lift the clay,

and let the buried roots be found.

.

©2025

- Fearless Lines



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