Bonfires
Some things in life you cannot fix,
so we burn blemished bridges.
Throw leftovers into bonfires,
watching silent embers blaze in
grandiose gold and orange flames.
Wait, as toxic smoke smoulders clear.
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2024
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