She once played with ashes, lived an achromatic life. But from ashes rose another fire, a mesmerizing color of the sky. Its pure azure flames trapped her in cold warmth, the kind that kindles and crackles with cerulean light. And if there comes another, a dazzling orange fire, she'll always choose the blue flame that burns and freezes everything at the same time.
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Written Constellations
PoetryA constellation of prose, poetry, and verses spun together for a galaxy of love, life, heartache, and hope.
