My writing attempts

Fire

And then there it was, like a sign I was expecting without knowing. The bright fire, burning the skies. The desire springs from the unknown and mutates into an uncertain weirdness. Hidden beauty that I perceive, but never own. Nothing is everlasting but in our depths is. Intangible, still, changing, colorful and dark. A hole of infinity. Everything and nothing.

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