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Flicker of Light

I sit and stare at the fireplace in front of me

The stockings now hang empty above

as the season comes to an end

A goofy-faced iridescent snowman sits atop

a smile so wide you can almost hear it laugh


The fireplace is lit - the flames flicker up and down

At first glance the flames appear to be simple orange flicks

But, upon a more detailed look - my eyes can see so much more


The flames they flicker up and down - some are low and some are high

The orange glow now seems to include a little blue, some yellow too

and even flicks of red


The heat of the flames fills up the room

What once was rather chilly is now so comforting and warm

The warmth it then engulfs me and brings me so much peace


I sit and I stare at the fireplace in front of me

Slowly my eyelids begin to flutter - heavier and heavier they become

Before I know it I am drifting off to sleep

with images of the oranges flickers of light letting off the heat



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