The flame
by Nyall
(Scotland)
I sit there watching
as it slowly dies out.
I sit there wondering
how long it will take.
I sit there listening
as the crow in the garden cries.
I sit there listening
to the crackle of the embers.
I sit there freezing
as the embers have gone to sleep.
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