Fire burn at night across the way
Darkness fallen, but seems OK
Dank thick fog, begins to build,
But everyone is sleeping
Oh…Oh
Everyone asleep,
Where has the time gone?
Memories are in a phasing stage
Why has the time gone, by, so, soon?
From the hillside sloping brae,
Fires burn across the way
Shining defused glimmering afterglow,
The lights are burning
They are always burning, because
You're heart, is my home
T. Plotz
You're Heart
21 JAN 2017
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