Grey Hills

Photo by Mikhail Nilov on

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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