FIRE

The meadow was full of fire

Camp fire

Well tended fire

unstable with the makings of a wildfire

Some flames were high and strong

Shining brightly and vividly.

Others were small, shaky and trembling.

At the edge was a tiny flame, 

One so weak, 

It was barely lit, 

Shimmering with great effort

almost burning out.

"Whose flame is that?"

 I asked,

Death answered,

"Yours"

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