Fires
We all have fires.
Some burn quickly,
Fiercely,
Until nothing remains
But ash and smoke.
Some fires scintillate
In the darkness,
Emanating a vermillion glow
As embers smolder.
Others burn endlessly
It seems,
Flames jumping up
And retreating back down
In a dance that cycles
Over and over again.
Some fires spread
Beyond the pit in all directions,
Becoming an uncontrollable
Force that leaves
The landscape charred
And crumbling
In its wake.
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