Look into your mind.
Feel everything that you can.
Let warmth and happiness fill from your toes to your eyes.
And fall into a deep slumber.
Winter has cold, yet it is warm.
Because of it's comfy blankets and fire places.
And because of its warm hands and soft kisses.
-M
YOU ARE READING
Warmth
PoetryThese are a few memories and letters and stories from my mind and imagination. ----- Photo credits to myself, but art credits to the artist.
