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Connor
Warner
Flame Dance |
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My eyes rest upon
the beautiful flame,
Brilliant, vibrant, filled with fiery life
A wild, untamed spirit, no man can claim,
A source of boundless joy and fearful strife.
With its aura of delicate power,
It brings healing solace both day and night.
But I cannot grasp the burning flower,
For my clenching grip would smother its light.
With each passing year, the fire blooms brighter,
The reds darken and the pales flare whiter;
Would that I could rest within the fire's heart,
Merging with its beauty, forever a part
Of its fiery, passionate embrace.
These dreams blaze to life when I see her face.