The flames start with a tiny spark.
The wind brings the spark to life and it grows to a flame.
The flame swallows the dead field and begins to spread like a fatal plague.
All my oxygen taken away from my own lungs
and replaced with toxin, grey smoke.
My inhaling of poison throws my heart off track and looses its perfect beat.
It's all over.
There goes my world.
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