Fire cackles, as the wood turns black
With the aroma of toasted marshmallows for a snack.
With a cup of hot choco, or steamy well-beaten coffee;
I finally let my mind experience a break free.
Hearing the soft notes of an acoustic guitar
While it snows outside, as I see from afar.
The four corners of my room are warmly kissed,
With my heart yearning for this inexperienced feeling, which is already missed.
©krystalkoja
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PoetryHey Guys! This is just a sequel of my other collection, "Just A Quote Away". I'll try to refresh you with some of my words and thoughts that i put to verses. If you haven't read the first sequel yet, check it out! PS: Updated whenever I feel like ^...
