Warm


18 May

Summer has left,

no more bare shoulder’s dress.

My heart welcomes autumn,

when leaves fall

colouring the ground.

I am not fooled 

into believing

this is a season of sorrow.

I laugh off pain,

I sleep off strain,

I am ready to be bound for

winter,

as love will keep me warm.

20Feb
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