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Whispers said in the shadow of fire
Low voice paining image of fear so dire
Bravest flinch from the dark
Yet scare fades without mark
That´s spell of stories told at the campfire
Secrets are told in night fire´s ominous glow
Words of scary rumours and myths just flow
Flinch, fear, freeze
Touched by breeze
And fire keeps holding monsters away by its glow
Low voice paining image of fear so dire
Bravest flinch from the dark
Yet scare fades without mark
That´s spell of stories told at the campfire
Secrets are told in night fire´s ominous glow
Words of scary rumours and myths just flow
Flinch, fear, freeze
Touched by breeze
And fire keeps holding monsters away by its glow
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Prize for for winning 1. place at poetry Challenge in the group Poetry-on-the-mind. Congratulations.
They won a poem. Theme was campfire.
They won a poem. Theme was campfire.
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