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RE: We Never Know When (An Original Poem)

in #poetry2 years ago

The unexplainable allure
of the golden hour,
the fragrance
of oak logs
smoldering sweetly
in the campfire,
coffee brewing long
before the sun rises

While reading these lines, I felt myself near a tent and campfire drinking tea :)

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Oh, that's a nice kind of escape! There's no better spot on Earth than next to a campfire.