By Sejal Aarunya
The winds got colder
And the weather harsher.
We sat in front of the fireplace,
As the fire was slowly dying.
It turned the shade of sunset
And the hues of softness
Brought peace to minds in despair.
Watching the little embers dance
Our hearts touched the sky
The reek of burning wood
Smelt insanely satisfying.
As we stared at the fire
Eventually getting dimmer.
Our hearts felt lighter
And unlike the low fire,
Our hopes were high.
Even as the winds got colder
And the weather harsher.
By Sejal Aarunya
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