It’s a mystery
How the blue of fire turns into reddish-yellow
For there’s no amalgam of several colors and their shades
to produce the effect we witness,
And I find out,
Beyond the breath-taking blue outline,
I’m sure, a transparent layer,
A layer of nothingness before red and yellow start their riot.
A scientific, chemical explanation exists,
Futile, for a mind like mine,
For I might jump with excitement
When I hear the cause and effect,
But I’m afraid that wouldn’t put my mind to rest.
And then I might actually personify fire,
For I would know the facts and settle for it,
But constantly revel up to unveil the mystery
Behind the waves of existence and destruction.
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