Varnika Jain /Moonlighting Scrivener
Of cold nights
And summery dreams.
Of dampened flames
And rekindled love.
Of embers bright
And memories sweet.
Of icy winds
And blankets warm.
A hearth, a bed, a couch, a rug,
A heart, a face, a song, a love.
He had asked me what winters reminded me of.
Brave & Reckless 
Thank you for sharing this, Christine. ☺️
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My pleasure Varnika!
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