Warmth
A sip passes in missing your warmth
In your cacoon
Sound, eternally calm
Holding the mug
intensely
Thy hand
Pleases
Fostering magic to both
To both the warmth
of her lifeless soul and those
cold tears in shriek
A time won't destine
thy sufferings aside
persue my warmth and sleep...
Copyright © Gauri Deshpande | Year Posted 2020
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