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By The Campfire

By the campfire
He has no more theories;
These disappeared along with sunset
Without distractions
Or ideals of living
Nature confronts him.

He burns the logs and leaves
Gathered and foraged;
He draws in the smoke
To his ageing body
Waiting for you
To come and belong here.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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