Fire

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I sit
Transfixed
By your beauty

Behold,
The sparkling movement
In your form,

Just like the day
I was born,

I am always
Mesmerized, and
At the same time

Surprised

At the way
You linger,
In my imagination

It’s
As if
My plate
Is full of magic paper

Which
You are fed
Until there is not a shred
left,

And,
I turn my
Head, and wonder
Where you went, or

Who
You may send
In your
Stead

The whisper
Of
Your glow

And the magnificence

Of
The smoke
That billows out
From your coals

Of life, for they
Do suffice, to continue
Your magic, until,
Of course,

There is no
More, and, yes,

That can feel
Tragic

Yet, you’ll
Be there in the dawn

Because your
Sister, is awaiting
In arms, to rise

Up
And provide
Us a new day,

And, upon this,

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