Warmth is universal.
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Warm fire steals lost hearts
Smoke going up the chimney
Embers glow for all.
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For Mikeydred's December Challenge
And Vocal's Small Heat Challenge
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwin2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Oh, warm <3 nice and toasty, Michelle
Lovely words
This is a magical haiku, Michelle!
This is wonderful, Michelle