Hour 23: Fire

A small spark and then a roar

A dancing collection of orange

Cracking and warming us

Soon the flames lower

They stop climbing

They start resting

Almost yawning as they go

Soon just embers

A soft glow dimming

Soon to be completely gone


Yay getting a poem done during the hour it is supposed to be done again!! This feels good

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