Fire

The fire burning low
Waiting for its prey
Soon enough
It begins to grow
Feeding on anything
That comes in its way
It almost passes as the wind,
Unknown to what it burns
Survives on desire
Often dances to what it wants
An inviting rainstorm
And it all comes down.
-WN

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