The Campfire
I find beauty in flames
the way that they present their dance
whether it be the slow waltz
or the explosive salsa of flames
With the soft iridescent light
or the amber so bright that it hurts to look at.
People will breath the flames
as if to be Dragons
-But get too close-
and you'll be left with burns
that can last a lifetime
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