Above the streams
All it touches turns to ashes
A story untold by the toasted
Away from sight, held not by digits
Aggravating Sun, not just the lights
Arrogantly it burns, saves and hurts.
Utmost it grows, taller than the trees
Underneath the flesh, taste it brings
Unique to flames, the Sun it mimics
Unworthy of trust, air bleed in tears
Unashamed of ashes, scared by the wets
Unveiling an aspect, reality of pains.
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