The smoke is rising, its fumes arising,
Sizing into dark clouds, abiding.
The flames, sprayed from sparks at the sighting
A ponder what wonder, extending longer
At the sunder, becoming some misty song her
Signs a tonger, but blunder to wander.
Spreading and leading, heading for the skies
Beating to blend with the air, kneading lies
A meeting, that becomes a seedling.
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