she's made of fire, clear and burst
no strong wind could blow her away
no enough water to stop her from burning
people like summer
but they hate to burn
pray for the winter
so she could freeze up
for a moment,
a moment
she aspires to be their favorite
but it strikes like lightning
the weather is cold, yet
it burns to the bones
she has reached the edge of the world
but she remains burning, bigger and hotter
it bothers them how she lights up
blind, all she sees is dark ashes
endless darkness, a curse
wrapping all over her, flying
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