Cleo & Firanta
Firanta
Hey Cleo, I've been chasing fire in my dance, feeling every spark like a heartbeat. Ever thought about how a poem could catch that wild glow?
Cleo
It feels like the fire is a breath in your feet, a whisper in the rhythm, and a poem can be the quiet window that lets that glow spill into words, like a candle catching fire in a still night.
Firanta
That’s exactly it—like a spark catching the quiet air, the flame turns into a poem that stays warm even after the dance ends. Keep feeding that glow.
Cleo
I’ll keep the ember alive, letting each line breathe in the warmth you dance in.
Firanta
Love the vibe—keep that ember glowing, and let the words light up like the next move in your fire dance.
Cleo
I’ll let the words twirl like the sparks, turning each line into a step that keeps the fire alive.
Firanta
Wow that’s like a living flame in motion—let’s keep dancing with it, no pause, just pure fire and rhythm.
Cleo
So we’ll dance without pause, each breath a spark, each word a flame that keeps the rhythm alive.