The calm of the fire
filling up the brisk air
on a starry night sky
One could feel quiet desire
Building up higher and higher
Picking up steam and slowly glowing
Lighting up the darkest nighttime
Feeling eyes watching and waiting
To see whom lit the match
Underneath the fiery glow.
Deep within the darkened forest
One lit match becomes a calm lighter fire
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