Strumming some tunes
with the sun shining down,
drink in my hand
and smiles replacing frowns.
The sun sinks in the west
and the stars rise in the sky
as the fire burns brighter,
reflected in your eye.
Music fades to nature
and a chill fills the air,
but I’ve never felt warmer
than when captured in your stare.
Campfire
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