The Pouch of Warmth

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The wind blew me away

To the igloos and icebergs

With no healthy ship


A ride back to smiles

A ride back to the California heat

A ride back to another home


Is just a envisage alone

Time will past

Will it even last?


This warmth I hold

The fire may burn

Deadly ice may fade

But the cold could kill it

And the snow may rain


But the wait

will stay

My hopes and curiosity will remain

The bracelet is branded

The memories still candied

I don't even know what I'll revisit to

But as long as a campfire is near,

I'll be waiting here for you


(This stay hidden below)

I just want to be with you

Granted

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