sometimes I quiet wonder
how much is lost in noise
sit noble art of silent sitting
listening watching a fire's flames
is a world realm of solitude wonders;
into which minds great or low may soar
peace contentment stolen smokes
soothes waiting beyond veil flames
an open waiting exploration door
listening watching a fire's flames
listening watching lit a fire's flames
listening watching lit a chameleon fire's flames
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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