Fire burn
through the night,
fill our circle
with amber light.—————
Flecks of flames
turn to stars,
we whisper and laugh
for hours and hours.- Monday
YOU ARE READING
The Little Things
PoetryPoems I've written about the little things and little moments that make me smile.
Campfire
Fire burn
through the night,
fill our circle
with amber light.—————
Flecks of flames
turn to stars,
we whisper and laugh
for hours and hours.- Monday