It's beautiful,
magical almost.
I watch the flames dance,
beautiful.
The way it melts its surroundings
The way they drip like rain,
The blues
and reds
and yellows
twist together above me
spreading from the walls
to the ceiling
and floor.
It’s getting hard to breathe.
I wonder which will get me first,
the smoke
or the flames.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 2:45 PM UTC
It's beautiful,
magical almost.
I watch the flames dance,
beautiful.
The way it melts its surroundings
The way they drip like rain,
The blues
and reds
and yellows
twist together above me
spreading from the walls
to the ceiling
and floor.
It’s getting hard to breathe.
I wonder which will get me first,
the smoke
or the flames.
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