You hear the sound of hiss in air
When orange blaze begin to
dance.
And watch the fireplace from chair,
With chocolate croissant from France.
How peaceful is the kiss of death.
Along with ardent tongue of flame.
You feel its covering fiery breath
With might and speed no one can tame.
You're holding tight a cup of tea
And sit in blanket near the hearth.
The wooden swing hang from the tree.
As boy can't stop admiring stars.
Your eyes are wandering forth and back.
In constant search for beauty round.
And ears have caught the sound of
crack ,
That heated ash left on the ground.
The night is filled with smelly scent
Of fiery birth and brewed drink.
All things around of which you dreamt.
Near fireplace and stars that blink.
YOU ARE READING
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