Friday, 4 March 2022

Warm Home

It is cold, icy air blows
Watching the rain trickle down my window pain
reflecting light as drops fall…. scintillating 
An appointment to attend, work is waiting
My mind in a tizzy, so what should I do?
Look through the window and think of you
be brave for a moment, put on a coat
But it is cold, icy air blows
I think I will stay at home
say “I’ve got a cold” 


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