Fireplace Sonnet


The smell of wood smoke from a fire bright,
surrounds me only in my mem’ry’s mind,
As years have passed since I beheld the sight,
of glowing embers in some rare design.
Then I gazed upon color giving warmth,
reds, purples, oranges– some I can’t name,
In shades and hues bespeaking a life force,
of flick’ring, dancing, burning, nightime flame.
Encountering loud crackles with a spark,
were joys of noise that my ears loved to hear,
And now I sit in the cold and the dark,
Imagining a long gone atmosphere.
Oh, to regain that which our fathers knew:
this golden light, that home’s hearth can imbue. [© paulmarkcards]

Im wearing
Loordes of London-London’s Fog-Blanket Cardigan-Aqua
/Wasabi Pills/ Brigitte Mesh Hair
Pose *ED* Random 09

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About Hulla

What can I say about me ... I should not say this, but others ... I am a person who likes to listen, reliable, sincere, spontaneous, cuddly, sociable and shy, I trust people too easily (even Those who do not deserve!) too romantic sometimes. Im mostly curious by nature,passionate and also jealous. I love being in the company, I like to laugh a lot, loyal, hate playing with other people's feelings and i hate when others do it to me or to other people... Help in any way and for any thing at any time if I can ... And I do it gladly ... I put my friends in the first place I give blood to help someone ...I have an incredible zest for life that want to live life fully... ...and if you read all this, you deserve a kiss!

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