I sit beside the fire and dream Each flame is  a creature dancing The sparks that fly are stars just born The wood cracks, new world’s opening Pow a spark flies like a shot! as I was shortly glancing The dancers leap and bow with glee Each change is more enhancing A spitting, popping, crackling choir With whooooo its chorus call and  whispers up the chimney rush as glowing cinders fall Mountains and valleys form in the ash with rivers  [ Read More ]

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