We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks

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She thought love is like a rose

But when winter comes

It eventually withers and dies

And so, she thought she'll make

A fire

As she eyed

The tree branches,

Scares and lively

Everyone saw herself in it

But no one noted

The falling debris

And she thought

Falling makes her fly

But as she placed

Her hands to the fire

It turned blue

And she smiled

"So, this is what living is like

You just wait for the right moment

You burn and die..."