poem by the stove

Soup, served in Winter,
to capture all the warmth;
a glove for frozen fingers;
a scarf to wrap around –
we found our shelter
in the kitchen.

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#micropoetry

FED UP

Can’t I grab a little
warmth, fresh air & love
simple, sound & innocent?

I’m fed up playing
life across the net
shuttling nightmare in cold

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#micopoetry