Wisps of smoke flick through the sky
a quickly fading whisper of what was
of what used to be
but not anymore.
Faintly glowing embers
tokens of the past
they fade away too soon
their bright reddish-orange fading to a dull red, then black.
Charcoal
an opportunity missed
but a second chance to retry
a new beginning
a restart.
Flickering
crackling
glowing
flames that spark and shoot for the sky
their tips trailing with smoke
ash spinning in the air
free of the confines of gravity.
Fire
brings warmth
but when contrasted to other things
makes the rest of the world cold
dark
quiet.
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