In the hearth, the fire's warm glow,
A dance of flames, both fast and slow,
Each flicker tells a tale untold,
Of warmth, of passion, of hearts bold.
The wood crackles, whispers rise,
As embers catch and mesmerize,
In this light, shadows come alive,
A symphony where memories thrive.
The flames, they twist and intertwine,
A graceful waltz, a silent rhyme,
They reach, they fall, in endless chase,
A fleeting glimpse of time's embrace.
As warmth surrounds, the cold retreats,
In this moment, the heartbeats meet,
A silent bond in fire's dance,
A spark of life, a second chance.
So let the flames burn bright and free,
A symbol of what we can be,
In every blaze, a new day's dawn,
A light that shines when night is gone.
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Dev parth (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A wonderful use of imagery to paint a picture in words and metaphor. Fire such a fleeting thing yet so powerful. One of the original basic elements Fire, Water, Air, Earth. So nicely rhymed as well
Thank you
Bravo. Very nice work.
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