I require no company
save those that gather
'round the warmth
of my fire.
Late at night
hushed talk floats
in the chill
like wisping tendrils
of smoke.
Faint firelight gropes
into surrounding darkness
after imparting
it's warmth.
Hours burn as embers
and laughter flickers
like flames.
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