It's at first an explosion, then a sudden eruption of energy or could it be friction. Its the dance she puts on for nobody. First, as a solo, then winds aid her slightly, till they're hand in hand, swaying to the rhythm of the Earth. She is as fragile as a flower and must held with great care. Just one to big of a step and her illuminating eyes can shut close. Her inpatients makes her so desirable to others yet taming her takes a few centuries to comprehend. I'm am but a spectator to this beautiful ballet. Her age is unknown to me, but her youth is still with her. From the very first moment she sprouts from the stem of her pod till her smoky seeds spread throughout the atmosphere. I am entranced by the beauty within the bright inferno.
The dances ends abruptly.
One can now begin hear crinkling, that being of wax particles nurturing her. Slowly she consumes this waxy substance. A nibble here and there but never taking a full much. She lies there unaware of anything but herself..
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:)))))
fantastic!
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