Sheltered The wood smoke was on my clothes and in my hair.

It drifted towards the starlit sky in thick gray plumes And pale ash floated through the air like snowflakes Bright orange sparks Mixed with the gray and white of the smoke And we watched them both ride the wind We sat close the fire and smiled at each other through the flames The darkness hovers over us, but the flames give us light The cold presses against our backs, but the flames keep us warm The wind tugs at our clothes, but the flames heat our skin And time pulls us towards adulthood, but he flames keep us protected One night frozen in time Warmed and shielded by the flames Our innocence protected And sheltered in warmth.

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