Flickering across old bricks The flames held hands and danced Embracing, twisting, in-and-out Of thrice-charred logs they pranced Spinning 'round and 'round Shadows mimicked every deed 'Till gusty Wind burst through the cracks And seized them in his greed
Oh! This is wonderful. Thank you, thank you for such kind comments. Your words are so touching. The imagery, ah.
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