winter’s tale

come, it’s warm inside,
i’m baking dreams and cookies,
raisins, nuts and hopes.
sweet scent of lonesome holydays

come, i dimmed the lights,
i’m boiling joy and wine,
apples, cinnamon and pride.
filled promises of lonely nights

come, forget about the snow,
i’m burning memories and timber,
coal, candles and letters.
walk in, it’s getting cold

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