Sitting at midnight with a cup of tea and watching the flames rise to the sky.
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Midnight fire. I sit at midnight In the silence of the night.
A cup of tea. Warms my palms A warm drink.
Darkness all around. Only a small candle Shines in the darkness.
Tongues of flame. Rise to the sky Uphill rapidly.
Sparks fly. Into the black deep sky They fall like stars.
Hot fog. Steam rose up From my cup.
Cold wind. But the fire burns Warms the soul.
Night silence. Only crackles softly Dry branches.
I look at the smoke. It melts among the stars At the height.
Time has stopped. A moment has turned into an eternity By the fire.
Red light. Dancing on the grass A strange dance.
Thoughts have flown away. Only fire And warm tea remain.
The sky is silent. Accepts fiery sparks Into a dark embrace.
Golden shine. Illuminates my face At the late hour.
Sip after sip. A strong herbal infusion Gives peace.
The flame grows. Aspires to touch the clouds High up there.
The night looks in. Into my eyes, happy Because of the warmth.
The coals are burning. Giving their last strength To this strange night.
Light and shadow. Merged into one Circle of fire.
Midnight calm. Finishing my tea In the starry silence.
