Lovely, Loving. Poem by Eva Polak

Lovely, Loving.



Loving kettle, a cup of tea. Serendipity before Christmas. Home. It is the running Winter. It is a block of ice in the outside. Remember, the footsteps, the arcades in the days of Autumn. All is the same, except for the manifacture of some objects placed upon the banquets of a city or another one. Loving days.

Wednesday, November 24, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,christmas,city,home,remember,running,winter
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