The bon fire was lit, in a chilly night,
The month of cold was at its greatest height,
But the wood burnt, and burnt,
To provide the campers much needed warmth,
The golden flames were a solace to the eyes,
The flames were huge as they danced,
From the nearby tree, a squirrel glanced.
Soon the party was over,
And thick sand was dumped,
But red, still the embers burnt,
All was still, in the dark of night,
And from somewhere, somehow,
A wind blew, a wind of memories from the past,
And the golden flame revived…
The month of cold was at its greatest height,
But the wood burnt, and burnt,
To provide the campers much needed warmth,
The golden flames were a solace to the eyes,
The flames were huge as they danced,
From the nearby tree, a squirrel glanced.
Soon the party was over,
And thick sand was dumped,
But red, still the embers burnt,
All was still, in the dark of night,
And from somewhere, somehow,
A wind blew, a wind of memories from the past,
And the golden flame revived…
this is my personal fav. among all da poems u've written..!!wht i like abt it??wel..life is full of emotions, moments-good n bad n after all dat happens u are finally only left with memories to cherish!!ain't it??lovely thought from u!!
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