Burn
A single piece of paper Lay still on the ground, As cold as ice, And as still as stone. A single spark hits the paper, And it bursts into flames. Wood is stacked on top, And it spreads. Soon, the fire gets very large. The smoke reaches the heavens, And the red-hot hands Reach for the sun.
Frey_Alistair
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