Listen. Life is a hearth.
Some sit around enjoying the glow, growing tired,
vague words on their lips, dozing off.
Some stand in the cold, outside,
far from the flame, seeing
the firelight, the shock of its warmth
streaming through their flesh.
Listen. Life is a hearth.
Some sit around enjoying the glow, growing tired,
vague words on their lips, dozing off.
Some stand in the cold, outside,
far from the flame, seeing
the firelight, the shock of its warmth
streaming through their flesh.
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