Sitting around the campfire dreaming,
Pleasant people are looking at the embers dreaming...
Scattered thoughts uttered in disarray,
Breaks the monotony of silence anyway...
To each one, the fire is hypnotizing,
Yet each heart is rising...
As the fire burns brightly,
We watch each other, and think to ourselves lightly...
Will our lives burn brightly for another?
R. Gormley
(circa 2010)
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