The cruel cold world..A Poem by OnlymeA cold and wintery night blowing outside and the rain does pour. But wrapped up snug as a bug inside a cosy warm blanket on the sofa with my love. The lights are down and the television is on. And a good movie is broadcasting and we are cuddled up beneath the blanket. The open log fire is roaring away. And our cat is enjoying the heat from his spot in front of it. Curled up in a little tight bun. Snoring his head off. As happy as can be. These nights are the moments I cherish with my loved ones. And the cruel cold world is outside. © 2018 Onlyme |
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