Campfire
Under the moon,
I sang and
roasted marshmellows
just like everybody else.
Then, with a big crackle
and a spark,
I noticed the flames
dancing in the air
and jumping,
trying to reach the sky.
When I looked up
to take my eyes off
of the intense light,
I saw many stars,
and finally realized,
that those are the sparks
of the fire.
Shabazz Malik
2 comments:
still alive and kicking.
nice.
Yea very cool
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