Fire
As the candle fire dances
My tears flow as if the melted wax was burning me
Hypnotized by the passion in its movement
To the beauty in its many colors
The flame leaps high
Than rests really low
Being fondled by the nights cool breeze
Moving like it had known that this was its last dance
Suddenly the flame goes from light to darkness
Now tell me this
I know the fire is gone
But when will it dance for me again?
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