i stare at the flame
as it licks the log
it spits and crackles
fire fingers grasp
my mind wanders to
what may come to pass
while i watch the wood
burn to ash
1.7.17
i stare at the flame
as it licks the log
it spits and crackles
fire fingers grasp
my mind wanders to
what may come to pass
while i watch the wood
burn to ash
1.7.17
