OUR SPIRITS STEP FORTH FROM OUR MOUTH
snowflakes fall & fall
as smoke from the bonfire
climbs higher & higher
our words form in front of us
this the year of the Dragon
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WHEN A LOVELY FLAME DIES
fire looks even more
like fire...in falling snow
tears freeze on the cheek
bonfire of our vanities
us gone up in smoke...ashes
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