I like watching the fire as it burns,
following the smoke as it twists and turns.
The sickness it sweats in the fires light,
dancing flames quietly breathing sight.
Distanced from realities touching scar,
fire take me from the earth to the stars.
Warm me on the chilly nights,
gives me all its flaming sights.
I like watching the fire burn,
and the smoke twist and turn.
Camp or insurance claim,
the fire is the same.
Fire,
I like watching it.
Don't you?
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Yes I do and in its hypnotic flames and the seduction of the raising smoke many a poem is born. A fave
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