Charcoals sparks

by Ziad Dib Jreige   Jan 26, 2020


Charcoals sparks

January
Your morning chills
Nigh the limp flame we sit
An icy breath
From uphills
Kisses our walls poor lit
Burning wood
Often spills
On our floor some dead wills
That charcoals
Did spit
Oh January
Your morning chills !

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