Fire Inside
I see the fire growing high,
Its golden red embers reaching
Its tired limbs upward,
And reaching its warmth
Everywhere.
I see the fire slowly dying,
Its limbs now retreat
Into repose.
A dream sleep,
as its lmbs fold over
And wishing me
My own sweet dreams.
Its golden red embers reaching
Its tired limbs upward,
And reaching its warmth
Everywhere.
I see the fire slowly dying,
Its limbs now retreat
Into repose.
A dream sleep,
as its lmbs fold over
And wishing me
My own sweet dreams.
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