June 7, 2014

Fire

Blue flames jump out
Then lie back down
The orange tongues lick the air
As the fire growls from within
Hissing and cursing in the wind
Spitting its sparks
As it slowly withers and dies
Down to the black and white ashes
That mix to a gray
Then float away in the breeze
Or sink into the ground
Waiting to strike again

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