Smoke
Smoke
A flicking flame–the darkness flees,
A candle’s light never steadies.
Unending dance, no fear of death,
Until the fatal gust of breath.
The flaming dancer turned to coal,
And upward drifts her smoking soul.
The waning wisp
Fades to mist
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