Old jokes

 

We light harvest bonfires,
Spread palms for warmth.
How we love burnt wood!

Our sun grows less fierce.
He moves to North house.
Our fires blaze his journey.

We throw our useless stuff
Into the fire ,our child egos
Silly jokes we had cracked.

Old logs crack on tongues
Of fire, that rise to the sky,
When nobody laughs jokes.

Our bodies are our old logs.
It is difficult to crack jokes
And laugh from the cracks.

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