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Sep 4
Burning embers sitting amongst the wood
From time to time a gold blue flame emerges
The wood crackles against the heat
The glow is calming to the spirit
The smell enticing like a natural perfume
As the wood continues to burn
The embers glow a red orange color
With a slight stream of smoke
That reaches up towards the sky
In its own way it’s Heaven
Barbara R Maxwell
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