i sit near a bonfire.
it exerts a startling amount of warmth,
yet i am the only human being near.
the embers fall onto my skin, yet i feel no pain.
the embers illuminate the night,
mimicking stars where there are none.
surely, they must be stars,
for there are no small,
white lights to disprove my theory.
i return my gaze to the animated, soothing flames.
the fire grows larger,
and scarce twigs and strands of grass
begin to erupt into a firey blaze.
i stand.
i place my arm into the fire, inserting it slowly.
it welcomes me.
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stars aligning - a collection of poems
Poesíai don't believe in miracles ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ a collection of poems from yours truly