Days


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

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