When the Torch Goes Out
by Silvia Passiflora
Even festivals end.
The torches dim,
someone sweeps the petals.
I leave a blessing quietly
on the threshold —
no banners, no return.
Winter keeps the secret.
Spring will know where to find me.
Silvia Passiflora
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