You call me straight out of dreams
and long forgotten tales
to stumble in the dark
toward hardwood and nails.
And while the bite of winter nips at my nose,
plays on my skin totally exposed;
the flames in the sky turn dark to light
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LOVE LOVE LOVE!
This was beautiful.
Thank you very kindly Cheney. ☺️
Reblogged this on Bilocalalia – talking about living in two places and commented:
Gorgeous and delicious!