Rhythmic Stories December 25, 2020

Burning the Blues


Sitting by a warm and cozy crackling fire 

staring at flames of yellow and red as they dance higher

embers falling and ashes stacking 

little sparks seem to be continually cracking 

the visions it stirs up in my mind 

are childish, but comforting I find

The warmth envelopes me and wraps its arms around

in my chair from the window, There’s a sea of white floating down 

Sitting in front of the hearth on a cold winter day

Is what I like to do to burn the blues away

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