Poetry

You and Me: Warmth – A short Poem

While the day is anew and void of light,
While the misty frosts and cold breeze torments the strongest of souls,

While the little candle lid remains the only source of shine in my humble abode,


I stir the ink,
As I scribble the deep, within my heart,
The tip of my pen becomes my only source of warmth,
For I write about you and me.


WARMTH!

 

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