Dancing in the Ashes

People don't understand her.

Born from the ashes,

her eyes shine like embers.

A spark ignites in her soul.

Her heart, a continuous burning coal.

Her passion burns brighter than her fears.

When she is gone, you will long for her flames

and crave her burn.

So, be careful the love you show her.

She can warm your home 

or burn it down,

looking into the fire, smiling.


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