Playing with Fire

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A tiny spark was once ignited

by an irresistible desire

to find art among ashes.



Passion burns inside my soul

and out my fingertips,



this sweltering heat causes

sweat to seep from my pores.



With each log thrown into the fireplace,

it arouses more flames

and it produces friction between hands

seeking its warmth.



But I dare not fuel the fire on my own.

I long for other’s glances to feed it;



though at times they also extinguish it.

(What if the flame does not rise

as high as their expectations?)



But still I crave its touch and

will continue to pursue it

with fervor.



I hope this fire never goes out.

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