Glowing fire, hear it roar.
Arching glass, hitting shore.
Reflecting all your troubled pasts,
Take it in, while it lasts.
Never staying for too long.
Nothing here is ever wrong.
Then it curls, and then it’s gone,
To come again in early dawn
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Arching glass hitting shore