Fire
A
little
spark,
A little ray of hope
Contained for
twelve
years
A
small
flame,
Just enough
for warmth,
contained for four,
short years
A
campfire,
Almost out of
control
With harsh
winds blowing
A
wild
bushfire
Destroying
almost everything
in its path.
An opportunity to start anew
for rebirth, to make
up for
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