I'M Not a Pyromaniac
When I go to start a fire,
In the middle of the farm,
I find a spot beneath a tree,
That has a bit of charm.
Handfuls of dead gum leaves,
And a few twigs to set alight.
It’s simple, beautiful, just take a match,
And it’s burning throughout the night.
Burning and warming and heating,
As I walk around.
Then a short little breeze blows,
And the embers fall to the ground.
Then the fire becomes a blaze,
And the blaze becomes a storm.
I love it, I’m not a pyromaniac,
I just create sexy art form.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016
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