I was by myself

sitting by the fire
t’was dark, chilly outside.
moist air, I remember,
flames burning like fireflies.

the year had changed,
I had not realized…
until that moment.
another moment. another year.

an epiphany?
guess I’m too old for that.

at that moment,
it was poetry that was made simple.
it all sunk down on the inside.

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