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Fire Birth

I am born with a spark

When sparked, I Dance.
Bending
Twisting elegantly
Breathing warmth
Reaching out
with smoky fingertips

When sparked, I Sing.
Soothing
comforting melodies
until
I fade away
As ashes in the wind




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