A sleepy evening.
The fire roars,
consuming the cold and the coal.
We sit,
sleepy,
from the heat.
The sky turns,
gold to pink to fire,
that consumes the sun.
The dog,
twitching a lazy paw,
dreams of rabbits and hares.
And through a single,
solitary crack,
drifts,
a breath of fresh air.
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Author:
Thedarkside (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 12th, 2018 13:30
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Comments2
has meaning and easy to read. I really LIKED IT.
Thank you very much
keep writing good stuff like this. you never know.
Thank you!
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