A rumble, a rumble, a roar, a roar.
They come from my fireplace as I sit on a cold winter's night.
Shadows dance around the walls enticing my imagination.
My eyes play silly tricks on me and I suddenly wish I were not alone on this cold winter's night.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA collection of different pieces I have written over the years. I'll continue to add to this so check back for more pieces. Please keep in mind that none of the pieces are edited so my grammar isn't quite up to par. Comment and vote, if you want...
