Your warmth bleeding off
to keep the toes
and nose, and
fingers warm
always
The blissful crackling sound
of the wood in
and smell it
of sweet
forest
The light that bounces
off the walls and
the faces of
the people
sitting
Flames licking the stone
and rising slowly away
bringing the heat
to all
here
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Inner Workings of My Mind
ŞiirA bunch of different poems and thought processes I've had and finally have the guts to share. I hope you guys like them. *NOT MY PICTURE.* credit goes to who ever made the awesome picture that I'm using for the cover. I personally found it on Pinter...
