A Verse Tried #4




Think of all the good things,

Warm sunshine on an Icy morning,
trying to reach your cheeks.
You know, It's been awhile
since you've felt them.

Paper slid under the door,
A letter that smells like her.
Oh so sweet it still is,
Vanilla or was it seawater?

Three friends seeking the
warmth of one fireplace,
whilst fighting over that one
last cookie on the plate.

Petal fell on your left palm,
And it's name
remained unasked.
And it's beauty
remained unadored.

And yet we look
everywhere else.

© 2019 _occultatum_ blogunseen.com

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