the fire spreads its wings as if on a soar, so high the breeze blew by, gentle and the fire gave a swell fumes evolved in wisps hanging like an orb. fierce drops of red hot fire sputtered and splattered. tossed into it, a paper white saw the edges crinkling devoured by molten heat the white vanishing, a haze red turning black; ashes withering, kissing the flames and the fire died down an aftermath of doom,a silence and a gentle breeze blew by ashes seemed to rise again, a new form,a new life,a new birth soaring high, a rekindling of the fire,is it??
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