The Fire Crackles

The fire crackles in the grate and warms my tired face,

All the riches in the world are landed in this place.

Sorrows hold can take no more, my heart and troubled mind,

Tonight it cannot grip me, as I contentment find.

If I could capture moments and take them to my heart,

I’d share them out amongst the world, where they could joy impart.

 

 

 

 

Annie Read

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