Some days I worry less, but still gather strength
Many days, there’s the same old routine; mundane
Other days I gather the wrinkled leaves
Bundle them up and burn them up
I enjoy the heat, the blaze of the flame
Some days, I find no leaves and I feel cold
A weary disappointment as I fall asleep in the freezing lap
Many days, I find a log, a big one if lucky
I worship it with fire and I mingle both together
Fire and fuel,
Fuel and wood,
Wood and me
And me with the fire
Together we lit the nights, warm!
As the day betrays again and again
I find solace in the night
With the leaves and the logs
With the fire and the morning frost
Its amazing
Matlab ki outstanding 🙂
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