Light a fire, I say.

If you don’t, then the sunset will do it.

 

Embracing a rich and romantic atmosphere,

How long it stretches across the empty sky

Will only be a matter of time.

 

Watch the chemistry of colors,

As they blend simultaneously into one,

Hugging each other,

Complexion at its finest.

And the sky will be proud.

 

Light a fire, I say.

 

Watch the horizon’s eyes shift like the delicate woven intricacies of a spider’s web,

Back and forth, fierce and raw—

Like love burnt and then set on stone,

Complexion at its finest.

And the sky will be proud.

 

Some people think of the world as if what matters the most

Are only bright flowers,

Tall green grass,

Cloudy aquamarine of the sky,

Outcome of straight up, pointy towers.

But is this really how it works?

 

Is it the destination of a journey

Or travel that counts?

 

Light a fire, I say.

Light a fire.

 

If you don’t, then the sunset will do it,

Opening the world’s eyes

To wilted white flowers and almost dead grass.

Only then, will the sky be proud of its own creation.

 

I invite you to watch.


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