The Warmth Of The Night - Poem by Champaben Mistry
A mist of confusion lifts,
The glimmer, of gentleness comes into moment.
As the dark nights draw in,
We draw hearthside,
Holding dear our cups full to the brim.
The cool nights,
Make warm a friendly embrace.
The succulence of the evening,
Becomes a sumptuous and delicious delight.
Somehow through the dark nights,
We regain a sense of ourselves.
A sense of the calm serenity that waited,
This is a warm evening.
The cosy candle lights the rooms,
Of our blessed home,
The festivities begin,
Ready to be savoured.
Thursday,01 November 2007, Bolton UK
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