twin flame

sometime i met wolf, sometime rain poured, but i tear myself to many little piece of sparks. the piece in the cave to avoid the rain, the piece on a wood try to scare out the wolf.

one day, the house owner carry the torch that bright from the stove and go into the wood. he try to listen the insect churring, to step on the fall-leave, to see what he can see. 

and the wind blew out the torch. he so worry that he will get hunted by wolf or elses. he carry the torch, and try run back to his house. it's raining, he lost in his way.

he saw a spark in the cave, he run into cave and who in there. nobody. the rain is going crazy, he can't go out now. he sit on a rock, try to make the spark become a flame, and it work. the spark become fire.

he put down the torch and warm himself. the rhythm of rain made the night full of sound. he stared on the fire, hands folded to warm himself.

the fire made his contour shaper. he closed his eyes and started to enjoy the rhythm of rain hit the leaves.

pouring rain always ended fast.

in the end of the song, he take the torch and light it from the fire. and go back to his home. 

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and you blaze in the house, and it flicker in the wood.