Did I Hurt You, Little Bird?

"The love described by Balzac is like a wildfire caused by a pile of wet firewood burning in the field, with red flames accompanied by thick black smoke and ashes flying all over the sky." The fire I find in the ashes attracts moths who overestimate their abilities. In those days when you flung yourself towards the moon, I saw you leaping from Wayne Tower and disappearing so quickly. Intention: Even if I were fv, it wouldn't be worse.