I wonder why the streaks of fire climb so high as if trying to reach the sky, beautiful crimson atop with ascendents Orange and yellow burning bright; it burns as passion does in the youth’s eyes.                                    Coy as a lion is after he spots the deer but it is the wildness that peeks and not the silence of fear. As the lion attacks the deer after making the growl , the fire reaches higher after it has made it has made its presence felt around.                                          Harmful it will be if it 

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