Friday, April 11, 2014

Sitting By The Fire

We had a campfire.
That night.
I loved it.
This poem,
Says that.
Thank you world.
For such beauty.

Sitting by the crackling campfire,
My family gathered all around,
Watching the glowing embers,
Throw sparks up to the sky,
A dream I have achieved.

My life was complete.
When I wrote this poem.
So all, who's lives are not,
Read,
And take solace in love.

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