Her Fiery Spirit

There was all but snow on the ground.

Before night fall,

She gathered twigs

and barks of wood.

To kindle a fire –

Not for warmth

Not for protection.

In the chaotic flames of fire

She fed her fiery desires

To lose herself in the rising flames

Only to be born from the ashes again.


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