Beckoning embers call before teh
Rising of the sun.
Endless fire waiting to wake again,
Needing to bring life to the day.
Dusk makes way for dawn’s blaze
And the heat of day yields to
Night’s cold fire.
Beckoning embers call before teh
Rising of the sun.
Endless fire waiting to wake again,
Needing to bring life to the day.
Dusk makes way for dawn’s blaze
And the heat of day yields to
Night’s cold fire.
chimerawrites 