Joanna, Age 12, North Carolina, USA

I am the flame
Watch me rise.
The smoke spinning, swirling.
Round and round it goes
Follow it with your eyes.
Follow it with your hands and
it flutters away.
Careless and fragile,
it spins with mercy, life, grief.
Perhaps it understands.
Perhaps it knows the pain
Which you suffer.
Perhaps it can see the tears
Not yet formed, ready to burst out.
It knows your sorrow,
It feels your sorrow.
Spiralling spinning turning twisting.
I am the flame
Watch me rise.

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