You end up with nothing

A water enters cold and wet
Dousing fires,orange in blue
A sweet thought,a cold wind
A heat in granules vanishes
On a white parapet to night

And a night crumbles darkly
As a tree dies, a fruit ripens
A flower falls its red feet up
An earth shivers down tree
A sky falls ,the cloud breaks

A color flies ,a wind wavers
An orange creeps up gently
A hill fattens, a tree is blue
A lake streaks in pure silver
You end up with a nothing
Just a ball of fire in the east.

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