We look for the light
Praying for the shine of an incandescent glow
That flickers in the darkness of eternal night
Then here comes the smoke…
Like grey hills rolling over brick laced chimney tops
It creates smog and gives off warmth
Burning red logs on an orange inferno
A fire set ablaze is reminiscent of wind blown hair
Running wild with no condition to sit still
That ends when smothering starts
And smoldering begins
Leading to the process of extinguishing a former flame
But we remember when it once gave light
Love always, Esha ❤
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