Poetry from Brianna Dawn.


the flame tiptoes,
putting its lips to the lace
of the candle, lighting up
her face, she bent, melting
at the sudden warmth, the
scent of pine and forest
haunted the home
as shadows of her heart
sauntered across the walls,
dancing around the fire

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: scent

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