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Dawn by the Fire Pit

Senses of a Waking World

By Dinesh NandPublished about a year ago 1 min read

The flames dance in amber flickers creating lively shadows.

Crackling wood chirps softly in the quiet morning breeze.

Warmth engulfs the body and warms cold fingertips.

A smoky flavor mingles with the crisp taste of morning air.

The air is rich with the earthy scent of dew and charred oak.

nature poetry

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Dinesh Nand

Non-fiction writer combining diverse experiences to create engaging, insightful content with unique perspectives and depth - applied philosophy, lifestyle, self-development, career, and flavour of the day!!

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