I once burned brightly.
I danced across the floor with complete freedom, reaching to touch the skies,
Cackling with glee.
People stood in awe of my magnificence,
Watching my colours changed as I burned hotter.
As I spread, they became frightened.
They have started to push me back.
I was not made to be controlled,
I run with freedom.
I will continue to run until energy is lost.
Then I will die and my spirit will rise from the ashes and join those who came before me in the clouds.
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