she sees you
and the woolen scarf
wrapped snuggly
around your neck,
but does not say
a word;
the things
which we borrow
are not ours
to keep,
the warmth
that we steal
might not even
be real.
©Aaysid
she sees you
and the woolen scarf
wrapped snuggly
around your neck,
but does not say
a word;
the things
which we borrow
are not ours
to keep,
the warmth
that we steal
might not even
be real.
©Aaysid
Wonderful piece, Aaysid. Love it 💕
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So glad that you like it. Thank you so much. ❤😊
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My pleasure.💕
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What a lovely poem, Aaysid. I love it. ☺️🌺
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Thank you so much, Jeff. 😊😊
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You’re welcome, Aaysid. Always. ☺️
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That was a deep poem!
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Thank you so much.
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Most welcome!
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Wonderfully written!!💕
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Thank you so much. 😊
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What a beautiful poem! Insightful, too. 🙂
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Thank you so much. 😊
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Warm illusions can be dangerous. 🙂
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