The clouds of winter mar the sky
preventing the sun from shining through.
A wild north wind chills the air
and into your bones as well.
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And though the warmth of any flame doesnt match up to the flame of home, it will do Some light is better than none, some warmth is better than being stone cold David, lovely poem, captures the lonely ache that all of us experience. Cheers Anita
Some times we must be away from the the things we love, but it only makes us love them more... Andy 10