I watch it dance
The way the fire changes color it is entrancing
The warm it bring
The light it give
The shadows It cast
It speaks to my
It calls for me
The peace
The calm
It releases
The illusion it give of when the flame seem to disappear then reappear
It is Disturbed all I want is to be left alone
Staring into it even when it dies off in the darkness slowly engulfs me.
Backstory to this poem is that I was forced to go to an Easter Party and was not left in peace with the fire and couldn't finish the fire because they have work so got to put it out. And also it was so peaceful me watching the fire alone then they have to come and ruin it with there stupid nonsense.
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