Monday, December 2, 2013

Cold December's Morning

Snow is falling
Fireplace roaring
The trees stand as guardians of our abode
Wintry prelude of the moment
As both of us embrace in the warmth
Where will this day take us?
What is in our future?
As the flames melt away the chill
From our bodies
So does the inhibitions
Fall to the floor

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