Ember's Gentle Descent

In the dance of orange petals, she finds her path, A river of fire that gently wraps, Around her form, a silhouette so vast, A mirrored soul, in swirling waters cast. With every step, the flames softly fall, A dress of night, with embers' gentle call, The world around her, a canvas so bright, A masterpiece, in the fading light. In this serene and contemplative scene, She walks alone, yet not unseen, For in the heart of the swirling tide, Lies a reflection, where she resides. A journey inward, through the burning haze, Where petals fall, like memories in daze, And in the silence, she finds her voice, A whisper of courage, a heartfelt choice.