The flames dance merrily before me, seemingly indifferent to my pain, to my turmoil within. They appear to be laughing at my anguish. Each flicker, each bounce, a silent chuckle. They pause for a moment, as if to catch their breath, regain their composure. But it lasts for only a moment and they return to their silent laughter. Could it be they cannot comprehend what goes on inside of me? Or do they choose to ignore it? Each flames flicker seems to be making a mockery of my confusion. Their merry dance continues until the flames exhaust themselves-the dance stops and the flickering and laughter come to an end. The flames go still and wait until they are given new life and energy, to once again dance and laugh at anothers anguish.Birth sign: Virgo
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