Black fire
Claws
At the deep night sky
Perishes
Anything that gets in the way
The sounds of cries
feed it, growing bigger
Spreading itself like a death blanket,
It tries to throw itself at the village.
Still crackling with rage,
It dies out,
With the first ray of the day.
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It's important that we all know to aim high. But some people aim for the impossible, and fall down.
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