This is the reading of a short poem written by me, titled, ‘Each to their Own’.
Each to their Own The things that give us life, are also likely to be our downfall, Just like the flickering flames of a fire know, they are only there for the show. Do not be in a haste to burn it all, The warmth of comfort comes at a cost, Let each to be at its purpose and each to the time they wrought.
Credits: Poem by: Momus Najmi
Campfire video courtesy: Vecteezy.com (https://www.vecteezy.com/video/6301194-burnt-wood-panels-a-pile-of-wood-burned-on-fire)
Background music courtesy: Pixabay.com (Ashot-Danielyan)