Desire

The cold bites my feet,
The forest dense and dark,
The mountain, a white sheet,
The moon flaunts its arc!

I want to stay put,
However harsh the cold!
I want to keep awake,
To see the night unfold!

The flames come alive,
It’s not just a fire,
I know now I can thrive,
As warmth is all I desire!

Author: prachee27

Spirited!

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