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Brandy
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Darkness
Leisurely savoring the amber liquid
as I gaze pensively into the fire.
Crimson, golden and tangerine flames
leap boldly from the aged birch logs.
Their heat is delimited
By the many muted stones.
Worn smooth by the wind and sand,
water and years of age.
The strong border surrounds the flames
holding them hostage within the confines
of the circle.
One continuous ring.
The potent liquid
surges through my veins
like the heat from the fire,
slowing warming.
The colors dancing wildly
struggling to be freed
from the confinement,
hypnotizing those
who sit transfixed
on its deadly beauty.
good work .
The Smiles Lady :*).