Glowing Embers..A Poem by OnlymeThe glowing embers from the open log fire fills the room. The heat is overpowering at times. I sit on the floor in front of it. And stretch out my legs. And enjoy the rays of heat. Fill every pore of my body. I feel like a toasty roasty teacake. And watch the flames dance before my eyes. I am entranced by the beauty of the figures it produces. And the crackling and noises from the burning logs. I feel content in knowing this show is just for my eyes. And the sound affects tease and please my ears. © 2018 Onlyme |
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