I see the fire dying
The brighter it burns,
And it will soon face a moment
When it must choose
Between igniting a new fuel
And finding a state of control -
Else it surrenders to ash.
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Lovely
Very good job. I really love this poem and how you described fire and how it dies down.

TQOP

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