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I Could Spy the Hearth Roar

i could spy the hearth roar through the panes

it was lively and crackled and spat

showers of sparks and piercing tongues

intense oranges and bright yellows

clashed and flickered against one another

i could make out ivy vines curled around the frames

evergreen branches and gold objects adorning the sill

bathing in the warm light and the heat

together acting as a mellow border for the blaze behind the glass

as your shiny windows locked with mine i thought to myself

from my seat across the room

if eyes really are the windows to the soul

then i'd love to grace the front step

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