RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Watching Embers - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Circling the campfire of this mind, watching embers being
blown about by the wind.
Flowing out across the darkened night sky, finding their
way into a poem.
Listening to the crackle of the fire and watching smoke
rise in the night air.
enticing thoughts to continue to flow from an interior
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