Looking into a fiery blaze, watching embers rising into
the atmosphere, gentle breezes blowing them all about,
seeing them as their sparks fizzle out in moments of time.
Touching this mind with their fiery intensity, yet quiet-
ly silent, definitions of life lying about no longer seen
in the light of day, being remembered in memories.
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