From where I was standing
Gazing upon
The mass of glowing branches
Red hot embers crackling
Grey ashes carried away
By the cool night breeze
And smoke spiralling up
I saw a movement at the fire's heart
So strange - yet I am sure -
Orange eyes and shimmering red hair
Such a tiny thing, and beautiful,
Dancing as one with the flames
Just for an instant
But I will never forget
April
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