Fire

How extraordinary is a flame. Born from nothing, it is a million vibrant reds, purples, and blues glowing with gold. It is fuelled by desire, and burns with a passion to create, grow and live. It spreads, smooth and soft as water, consuming and creating a new path. Its delicate wisps reach up, towards light and space and disolve into smoke; leaving behind a smell of hope and quiet longing. But it will never go out. It draws strength from the heart of the earth, and when there is no light to reach for, it will burn brighter still, longing to share the light with those who have only darkness.

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