I'm a flameless fire,
A butterfly without wings,
I'm a vehical without tires,
Saturn without it's rings.
I'm a spine without a back,
A house without windows,
I'm a train without a track,
After rain there is no rainbow.
Living without things that I need,
Is hard to live without,
Like a flower that can't be bloomed without a seed,
Is like living with doubt.
I'm nothing without a fire,
Not an animal without wings,
I'm not a car without tires,
Or a planet without it's rings.
I can't be a spine without a back,
A house without windows,
A train without a track,
Or a rainless day without a rainbow.
Everything or everyone is something,
No matter big or small,
If you look closely,
They become wide and tall.
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