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Sep 21
Welcome and remarkable, the heat.
To penetrate the flesh,
And comfort the brain.

Weathers and remodels many tired hearts.
Makes the old seem fresh.
Soothes the ache of lingering pain.

Giving lots of warmth, surrounded.
Light of comfort.
Light of hope.

Getting lost, open winter’s story.
Pull up a chair,
And tell a joke.

Cleaning off my forlorn, old, radiating tears,
To embrace new day’s eventful rendering.
Noticed embers, still sheer.

Alert, fever’s favour embraces cold-tickled, inspired, open noses.
Releasing all dilemmas in amazing torched exposure.

With a real mesmerizing thought held.
A flame that enchants and haunts.

Worries are removed, melted through heat.
And the warmth is all that we want.
The other week four word was, “warmth”. This is the poem for that.
Written by
The Wilted Witch  F/Canada
(F/Canada)   
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