Far from the hustle of the city and the daily chores, in the company of the shivering cold and tall tree with Crickets to add to the tunes.
The Fiery Soul
The logs blazed up,
So did the souls.
Seeking a place besides,
Rushed, whole.
Painted around red, black,
The logs scarred deep.
With every blaze,
One marked its place.
Glued to this disaster,
Rushed the emotions.
Those unstable flames,
A mirror , a denotation.
Lost were the blinks,
The chattering interruptions.
None yielded the strength,
A strong seduction.
Rising smoke ,
A glimpse with it.
A look above,
The flying ashes.
Peeping down were,
Millions of them
Through the tress
A getaway to the dark skies.
Serene, yet a stronghold,
Watching over.
Guiding out from the flames,
Set in the path, Solace.
None to accompany,
Nothing to take along.
None to hide,
Nothing belonged.
Naked out,
Yet a lighter state.
Carved on ashes,
A scribbled slate.
Like the blazes ,were the ashes,
Withering away.
A sec in your grasp, and far away the next.
Holding on to you, yet losing it again.
Back to the moment, where it all began.
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