Cold… #Poetry

 

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Cold

Frost white morning

I slip my head beneath my duvet

No way are my feet moving

From this warm cover

Today I stay hidden from the world

To dream of things to come

A future made of stardust

 With bright green jewels

A land where you leave a wish

Knowing it will come true…

©anitadawes 2020

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  1. D. Wallace Peach Avatar

    Makes me want to snuggle under the covers. Beautiful. :-)

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    1. jenanita01 Avatar

      Best thing to do, this weather, Diana…

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  2. Jacquie Biggar Avatar

    This is beautiful, Anita <3

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    1. jenanita01 Avatar

      What a lovely thing to say, thanks, Jacquie…

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  3. robertawrites235681907 Avatar

    This is a great poem, Anita.

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    1. jenanita01 Avatar

      Thank you, Robbie…

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  4. tidalscribe Avatar

    What a perfect lie in, perhaps the best part of the day when dreams might still come true.

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  6. Penny Wilson Writes Avatar

    I Love this Anita. “A future made of stardust…” This has a lovely, soft quality to it. <3

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    1. jenanita01 Avatar

      Thank you, Penny…

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