I am a lonely fire.

Amidst the woods,
I sing to trees,
but nothing does transpire.

I am a lonely fire.

I see the birds
talk of the leaves
in voices I admire.

I am a lonely fire.

On beetles backs
I shine my heat.
I wish I was a flyer.

I am a lonely fire.

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