Your shoulder, alive,
Slightly felt through winter sleeves,
Warming everything.
How does it work?
Love the image perfect. WOW. COOL
I feel the warmth! Well done, Hannah.
What a uniquely touching haiku. Beautiful!
that's a great kind of warmth!
Loved reading this!
Ding ding! And the winning entry is... deftly writ Mrs Moore!
Awww, so sweet. Loved your poem!
Oh, this is lovely and warm in the very best way, Hannah! Good luck on the challenge!
Damn you Ms Moore with your golden touch for sublime poetry. Love this.
❤️❤️
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Comments (10)
Love the image perfect. WOW. COOL
I feel the warmth! Well done, Hannah.
What a uniquely touching haiku. Beautiful!
that's a great kind of warmth!
Loved reading this!
Ding ding! And the winning entry is... deftly writ Mrs Moore!
Awww, so sweet. Loved your poem!
Oh, this is lovely and warm in the very best way, Hannah! Good luck on the challenge!
Damn you Ms Moore with your golden touch for sublime poetry. Love this.
❤️❤️