Flickering flame in the season of snow
Despite sleet and rain, you, dancing, glow,
Hands brush skin, gentle, accidental
And we are so careful.
Lovers, smiles and sweet thoughts
Maybe one day we will
Fall into each other's arms
And love without each other's thoughts.
Rise, believe in dreams
Where we are happy, our search
For happiness is continuous-
Never satisfied, but always loving
Moon oh so high, soft flame so close
Cinnamon spice and warm vodka
Morning runs, winter suns,
Right now I feel so alive.
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Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
