Of foggy mornings
And cold climes,
Of steaming cups,
And shivering hands…
Of chirping birds,
And resting feet,
Of growing plants,
And savoring sweet.
A dream so beloved,
Of alluring sands,
A home so desired,
On distant lands.
A life so claimed,
For peace of mind,
A bliss so deserved,
For your loving kind.
That’s a lovely poem. Takes me straight into a foggy morning !
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