Singeing Sway

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She wove in and out, up and down,
Alone in weaving through the wall of flames,
Although she begged in soul to stand together,
She was left to stand alone.
She knew to live was more than to survive
As the flames crept up higher.
She begged again, standing alone again.
She grew to love it,
Living her solitude in solidarity with scorching sparks.
For she knew, deep within a solely standing soul,
That only those who shimmy the shining
Can share what it is she knew she needs to hear.