Reivax Camlost

Cold and Comfort

Rain in the morning—

A cold about us carries on,

Set in the shoulders,

where doubt dwells with the heart;

and growing colder.

Arms reach out from restlessness:

Comfort caresses,

whose speech soft tincture spreads,

blesses, and blesses. 



  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷😸

    A lovely poem of warmth in the cold, poetic love expressed and depicted. I like the word tincture and its effects as to your muse

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