Campfire

Reality isn’t much
It is the consumer of wealth

It is wooden
Like a Latin percussion instrument
It is
The paint on the wall

A campfire
Transforms all of that
Into
Smoke and stars

Aan then someone really smiles
For the first time in centuries

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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