It aches and longs
to steal the cosy blanket from a window seal
even though it has never known
such a feeling of bliss
to be completely covered
in adoration.
So it longs to be first for a second
even if it only present itself
in the illusions of dreams it struggles to remember
It blames November and bleak skies
praying on the dark night.
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Beautiful imagery: So it longs to be first for a second/in the illusions of dreams it struggles to remember/ November. I just pointed out some lines that speak to me tremendously. Great write!
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I’m glad it spoke to you. Thank you. ♥
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Wonderfully penned down ..
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thank you
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