Dance of the Fire

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I watch as it flares

Up again

as the red warmth

dances to the sound of the bass

sparks fly

as it falls and rises

music speeds up

flys by first than another

then it happeneds

the wind picks up

the light flys away with the wind

leaving us in the dark

leaving us scared and alone

whispering leaves in trees 

talking to us

we scatter leaving the smoke 

to dance above our heads 

Never to see us again.

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