I feel the cold crawl up my spine
Eventhough am sipping this wine
There is no warmth inside
So I move to the fireplace and sit by the side
Filling my body with the warmth outside
How remarkable are those burning coals
Glowing red to orange, blue to gold
Your thoughts pushed by waves in my mind
Rough edges with no shores to bind
Life gets such tough at times
Every minute, every hour seems like a dime
As I search within the warmth out of cold
The memories of past unfold
Each sip of this vintage drink
Makes my heart rise then sink
But here sitting with my drink alone
My visions blur as I take a step along
Back at the fireplace thinking on my role
While within me dwells my lonesome soul
Just like the fumes from the burning coals...

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