Out of the corners of
My eyes, I saw one
Starry winter night;
A boy with febrile hands
Outstretched, in search of
Warmth from winter’s harm.
And droplets glistened
Down my cheek;
My insides roaring
From within;
To see him shaking
At his knees;
In search of warmth
From winter’s wind.
The overcoat I
Wrapped him in,
Provided warmth for
Him till spring.
But oh the warmth in
Me he sprung,
Will last me till
Eternity.
Excellent. I wonder why so many people cannot grasp the concept that giving produces huge rewards.
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Thank you! I know, giving is something so simple and many of is ignore it.
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Wow!
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Thanks Izza 🙂
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Accurate!
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Thank you Nicole 😊
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And this poem wrapped me in warmth!!! Love the ending!
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Awww, i’m glad it did. Thank you Joy. I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend.
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Thanks Izza 🙂
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The beauty of giving without expecting anything in return. Deep imagery.
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Rightly said! Thank you very much Phylor 😊.
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