Softly you move through the air.
The flicking of you as you dance to some unknown music.
The clear heat you leave behind.
Is the soft blue light the centre of your world?
As your centre moves from upward the colour changing.
The deep redness slowly changes to light yellow.
The soft scent of what you feed from fills the air.
Slowly you grow less as the fuel from which you get life is used.
Do you die or just move to another dance on another fuel source.
You share your light with the dark.
A sense of warmth and hope when there is none.
Oh wonderful flame, depart not this world for too long.
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