Sometimes pieces of you become woven and entwined back into my life... Briefly creating a fabric of warmth and familiarity... That invariably returns to feeling as cold as ice.
Sometimes pieces of you become woven and entwined back into my life... Briefly creating a fabric of warmth and familiarity... That invariably returns to feeling as cold as ice.
AO Poetry 
A beautiful metaphor with a chilly ending!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Oh my….loving your lines
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Thank you Navin❤️
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You’re welcome ✨ ❤️
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