I remember on the last day of November,
Your little, warm hands left me a scarf.
If only you knew that the clear clouds from your laugh,
Give me more warmth than I remember.
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Flying Whales
PuisiTwenty six letters repeated again and again to create a change in one's self. Poetry at its finest. Highest in poetry: #63 8/7/17
Warmth
I remember on the last day of November,
Your little, warm hands left me a scarf.
If only you knew that the clear clouds from your laugh,
Give me more warmth than I remember.
