The Flame

FLAME
DEATH
SMOKE
FLICKERING

The flame flickers,

It’s going wild and crazy,

No one can calm it down but itself

   It sways from side to side.  

                                                                                         

The flame flickers,

It stays still,

It can’t choose whether to stand still,

Or move around.

The flame flickers,

It is almost blown out,

It has come back to its original form,

It has been reborn.

The flame flickers,

It almost speaks,

It crackles and spits,

It silences itself.

The flame flickers,

It dies out,

The smoke rises quickly,

The flame died.

The End

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