Seated round open fire,
Treated by song and spirit,
We watched the flying flames
Disappear into the night.
Silent sparks rose and drifted,
Content with life so abrupt,
Beckoning us to view
Their dying moment of light.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
Seated round open fire,
Treated by song and spirit,
We watched the flying flames
Disappear into the night.
Silent sparks rose and drifted,
Content with life so abrupt,
Beckoning us to view
Their dying moment of light.