Monday, August 12, 2024

Campfire


Campfire
by Lord R.e. Taylor

The sounds of a campfire
Crackling through the forest
Embers glow while marshmallows cook
Small flames reach out
As if they were asking for a rescue
The flames do also do something magic
They light the black night of the forests
They create the flowing smoke
They release the flying sparks
All combined to create perfection
And a world very few get to see

© Poem – VIII/XII/MMXXIV
LRET


 

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